Mirror Mirror.

I can't help but wonder how you really see me.
How pale, how tall,
how big, how asymmetrical
I am when compared with the whole.
Do you look down on me?
Do you feel pity?
When I walk past you, do you turn away?
Vanity controls us all.
It picks and chooses.
Blesses some and curses others,
because beauty is not a right.
Yet what becomes of the homely?
Are they any more or less successful?
Any more or less determined?
Any more or less human?
Whoever said beauty is in the eye of the beholder
has told you an old wives' tale.
Ancient.
Beauty is power.
It forces you to walk the line of frailty,
until you eventually fall off and are forced to choose a side.