Am I pretty yet?
I ask the mirror
As my stomach growls.

Not yet
My dear
But you're making me proud.

Am I pretty yet?
I ask the mirror
With my make up caked on.

Not yet
My dear
We haven't quite begun.

Am I pretty yet?
I ask the mirror
With bile on my lips.

Not yet
My dear
Just small steps.

Never again did I ask
The mirror
If I was pretty

Of course
My dear
Underground you are missy.