Vanity is a flaw so deeply ingrained
It is hard to not be vain
And attempt to look my best
Placing different poses to test
While getting my pictures snapped
I find myself completely wrapped
In selfish pursuit of looking great
So I can my vanity satiate..
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Wherever I look, beautiful people I see
Slender, fit, dressed impeccably
I feel compelled to elevate
My sartorial sense to imitate
That seemingly impossible perfection
I spend hours gazing at my reflection
In the mirror to see if I can refine
My sense of style, and better define
The features of myself that I like best
And hide the ones that I detest
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As I write these words, embarrassed I feel
What a vain side of me they reveal
In comparing with others my appearance
I invite in my life dissatisfaction intense
I am comparing the real life me
To someone’s reel life invariably
It seems ridiculous on assessment objective
But that is not how these days we live…
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Let me see beautiful people and freely admire
Their sense of style, let me get inspired
To improve myself, but let me steer myself away
From comparing myself to anyone in any way
Passion...unbridled 