She was always unreachable.
Unobtainable.
She was perfect.
Everything I was not.

They asked me, "Who are you?"
I say, "I am no one."
Because
I wanted to be her.
An unachievable beauty.

A nameless face with perfect lips
Beautiful eyes
Pearly white teeth...
A slender waist
And curves to kill.

They asked, "Who do you want to be?"
Her.
I envied her.
And I hated me.
I say, "I am no one."
Because
I can't be her.
Unobtainable. Unachievable.
Beauty.

I can't live like this.
Yet, I cannot die.
Where to turn? Where to run?

I look up.
He looks back.
He whispers, "Beauty...
Untameable.
Unshakable.
Created perfect in Me,
In every way...
That is who you are."

I weep.
I want to believe.
They asked, "Who are you?"
My lips move to say, "I am no one."
But my heart no longer trusts that.
Instead, I pause...
"I'll know soon enough."

I wipe tear-stained eyes.
I look straight ahead.
Into a mirror.
A reflection. My reflection.
Can it be?
I lean in for a better look.
Beautiful lips. Teeth. Eyes.
A slender waist.
Curves to kill.
Imperfect.
Beauty...

I cry.
She is me.
Reachable. Achievable. Obtainable.
Untameable. Unshakable.
Beauty.

Then one day when they asked me, "Who do you want to be?"
Finally, I said, "Myself."