Laughing Mirror

You and your slender legs,
Crossed delicately,
Flawlessly smooth and bronzed,
Impossibly long,
Stretching into eternity.

Your long crimson hair,
Shimmering like a mocking mirror,
Streaked with hot red,
and laughing maroon.

Your stomach does not fold,
Into three fat caterpillars,
As you bend over or sit,
It stays tiny and flat.

Can't you see, girl?
See that they envy you?
You're beautiful.

The only thing that is ugly,
Is how you look at yourself.