The mirror of social media on the wall

I turn this way and that, raise or lower my chin

Trying to stand or sit at different angles to appear thin

Restrain my natural smile so my teeth do not show

Try to get on my face that artificial glow

Re-take pictures a few times because I am not

Satisfied- I look worse in the photographs than I thought

The unmistakable signs of age I am trying to hide

To look my best, every trick in the book I’ve tried

My photographers too end up exasperated with me

I’ve tested their patience to the maximum degree

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I sift through my pictures, disappointed that they have not

Turned out as well as I had hoped and thought

The background is beautiful, the scenery breathtaking

But looking at my subpar pictures, my heart is breaking

There are hardly any pictures good enough for me to post online

I look old, disheveled, a few pounds heavier than the image I have in my mind…

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After I have fretted over my bad pictures to my heart’s content

I realize I have become obsessed to a dangerous extent

Regarding how I look in pictures because people who see

My profile online should have a favorable image of me

The weird thing is that in real life I care much less

About my appearance- the people I meet frequently I have no desire to impress

But if I am being honest I pay much less attention

To appearances in real life, I focus more on interaction

With others, while online I seem to scrutinize

People in their pictures- it sounds pathetic, I now realize..

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While trying to look presentable in photographs is fine

Looking artificially better for the sole purpose of posting online

Is something from which I must consciously stay away

At this self obsession I must try to chip away

Published by Docpoet

A mother, a physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion..

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