Inspired (but not copied) by a poem I found online

Mirror ,Mirror , on the wall,

All I want is to be the thin girl that walks down the hall,

Mirror, Mirror, if I change how I look,

Perhaps, I could pose with the beauties in the yearbook,

Mirror,Mirror,don't look at me,

For I am ugly, they say and I agree, 

Mirror,Mirror,if I don't eat,

I'll be beautiful- a part of the elite,

Mirror, Mirror,if I cut my wrist,

I wish that the scars cease to exist,

Mirror, Mirror, will you please,

make me pretty?