Why should I remain modest and admire

Another’s eyes, when I have my own,

That are green. I know they envy my lashes,

Yet why must I deny I love them too?

I wish I had her legs, but my hair’s thick and dark,

While hers falls limp and dull.

Why must I not love myself, for fear

Of being vain, when I’m proud of

My achievements, the way I turned out, grew

From insecurity to confidence?

Are we not encouraged, to be happy in our skin,

Yet expected to disregard

Our qualities, to love all else above

Our selves.

Well feel free to be proud,

Because the person who thinks you’re vain,

As an old, insecure you, needing your help,

Make her proud, start with one, and soon

There’ll be no Vanity in the world.