this poem is about struggling with body dysmorphia.
I look in the mirror and I don't see me
I see a distorted version of reality
I see flaws and imperfections that no one else can see
I see a body that doesn't match my identity
I try to change and fix what I don't like
I diet and exercise and wear clothes that hide
But nothing ever works, nothing ever satisfies
I still feel unhappy and dissatisfied
I wish I could accept and love myself as I am
I wish I could see the beauty that others can
I wish I could stop comparing and judging myself
I wish I could be free from this mental hell
But I don't know how to break this cycle of pain
I don't know how to heal this wound in my brain
I don't know how to cope with this constant strain
I don't know how to live with this body dysmorphia.
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