i’m the type of girl who is constantly staring at mirrors
it matters not if i’m driving or simply walking into the bathroom
i come to find my features do not please me
and the alterations do no good

some days i think i look perfect
most i cant even fathom leaving
the security of my home
where no one can see my every insecurity

my underchin grew
i got 2 new pimples
my face widened
there’s a wrinkle there
my nose is too big
my stomach hasn’t shrunk

isn’t it funny how the mind can manipulate you?
in a few hours i won’t notice
i’ll think i’m beautiful
and it appears the flaws are not there

at the end of the day
i’ll look in the mirror
and i’ll cry again
and i’ll do it again.

02/23/24




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