She unfurls her gowns and dresses,

And glances to her reflection,

Pulls up the green one to herself.

Does it hide those sweeps and curls?

Conceal her mother’s hips?

Her father’s knees?

Beauty reflects beauty.

Nothing low cut, it shows your breasts.

Nothing too short, it shows your hips.

Nothing too long, it makes you shorter.

Nothing too tight, it shows your roundness.

The boys won’t look at you otherwise.

They will look too closely if you do.

Have you though about dieting?

You can’t possibly wear that.

Beauty reflects beauty.

A hard face stares back.

This is woman’s work.

Let them look, let them go blind.

A twist and it’s on.

Hair pulled back.

Show them you don’t care.

Beauty reflects beauty