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A poem on the struggles I've had with my self-image. |
| When I look in the mirror, I don't see what they tell me I am. I don't see beauty, I don't see strength. I see the shell of a tossed aside girl, Finding no where to fit in the world. When I look in the mirror, suddenly it's clear. The mirrors an x-ray of what I hold in my heart. They deny all my claims, but I know who I am. I am not in the right state of mind. And when I look in the mirror, sometimes I can't help but cry. I think about the girl I was brought up to be. What I've done. I look at my size 8 jeans and say I'm fat. That's not fat, my mom says. The mirror tells me different. I thought the mirror was my friend. Oh, but it's becoming clear now, the mirror is not good. They told me to avoid it, and now I wish I would've. The mirror spits out lies, for it has no body of it's own. It breaks you apart. So I took the mirror down, and the next time I look in it. I'll see the girl who beat this disorder. I'll see a brand new me. A pretty, wonderful, beautiful, girl I'm supposed to be. |