She takes a deep breath before looking into the mirror,
Afraid of her 19-year old reflection,
Taking an unsteady step forward she raises her head,
And sees a million imperfections,

In her head she sees a pig,
And tears roll down her face,
She looks at her body in that emotionless mirror,
And feels only one thing: shame,

They lie to me, they tell me I’m not fat,
She thinks inside her head,
How can they say that? Have they looked at me?
“I’m a monster”, she quietly said,

She steps unto that cold, steel scale,
Closing her eyes and wishing for the best,
She opens her eyes and sees the number,
Crying in defeat as she reads the 89 instead,