My Image

I look into the mirror.

What do I see?

Not who I want to see.

Not who I want to be.

She looks back at me.

My eyes full of distaste and disgust at the girl in the mirror.

Daggers digging down into the abyss that is my heart.

I criticize, I beat, I bully my body.

Why are you like this? Why can’t you be beautiful?

I hate you!

I feel disgusting, I feel like I’m choking.

Mama told me that I’m gaining weight and I need to lose it.

I only want to sleep forever and never leave the comfort of my bubble.

Forever trapped by the tall brick walls of my insecurities.

Watching stick figures with all their beauty living the best life.

What does that make me?

What am I?