Changing Image

She has always
Prided herself
On being attractive,
Young and healthy,
Slim and trim,
Sleek and sassy,
And stylishly flashy,
But that is no longer
What she sees
When she looks
In the mirror
These days.
The little voice
Shouts inside her head
That she is getting old,
That she is nothing
To look at anymore.
Now she hungers
To hear affirmations
That she is loved,
To know she can still
Turn a few heads,
But her radar is up
And she is hypersensitive
To anything which
Can be construed
To agree with
What she sees
In the mirror.