Distorted Perception Of Beauty
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Biggest liar of them all.
I stare for hours at my shell,
Concealing a secret that makes me unwell.
Ever since I was eight,
I have struggled with my weight.
I have been to therapy several times,
Now I am left with this rhyme.
I constantly worry about what goes in,
So disturbed that I might binge.
Sometimes I am tempted to purge,
But my will power helps me fight back the urge.
Perfection will never be,
With this image looking back at me.
Looking at me from the outside,
You would not believe what I have to hide.
Harshest critic, biggest shame,
But I am the only one to blame.
To love who I am and what I see,
Is the hardest problem for me.
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