Five. (Aka. Who's the fairest of them all?)

I need to change mirror because mine is telling me I'm the one that needs to change. 

I asked the mirror 

And it lied back

Pointed to the girl on TV

because she's got the nicest rack.

And I feel fine

And I feel healthy

But whatever you put up there

Is not what you find lately.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

What's the most wicked of my all?

My lips spill curses,

My legs tend to spread

My hair is not flowy

And my eyesight is a mess.

It's not me.

The mirror must be broken.