She would stand there for hours,
Itching
Pulling
Rubbing
Grabbing
Reaching
At her body in the mirror
She pointed out to herself
everything she considered an imperfection
She tried to
Remove them
Hide them
Cover them
Change them
She asked so much from them
But all they asked from her was to love them
-she was blinded by society's image to see that all she needed was to love herself as is
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You Are Everything
PoetryA collection of poems for the over thinkers, hopeless romantics, and beautiful souls. May these reach you and help you in any way possible.
