Reflection (Prompt 1)

I am her

But she doesn't seem to love me

Every time she sees me behind this silver glass

There's this unwelcoming scowl on her face.

She turns, I turn

and there she is grasping the fat on her (my) waist 

and letting out a disappointed sigh.

She is me

But many times she greets me with tears

She wants me to change

She wants me to become someone else

But how can I?

I love her for who she is,

And that's why I can't imagine me as someone else

But she doesn't seem to see that

Because all she sees is my (our) scars, freckles and flab.