Cover Girl

As you sit down to sip your morning coffee

You stare at the cover of your favorite magazine

out of the corner of your eye

The first words that escape your now pouted lips

are some you hope no one ever hears

"Damm she's hot, I wish I could look like that!"

Then you remember the face staring back from the glossy cover

has more than likely been airbrushed

In that moment you think of all that cover girl

has been through to get where she is

You suddenly say to yourself

I'm glad I'm not her

As you get up to go about your day

you glance back and say

Good luck to you beautiful