Only Human
I look in the mirror
Point out all my flaws
I’m not perfect
Society’s taught me that
I don’t have the perfect smile
The perfect hair
Stomach
Eyes
Legs
Waist
I’m not perfect
Food has become my enemy
Every savory bite brings me closer to a body I hate
Its claws have wrapped me into its iron grip
There’s no escaping
Weight has become more than just numbers
It’s become a way of life
100 calories, 200 calories
More than I need
I’m not perfect
But I’m okay with my flaws
I’m human after all
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