My head never stops functioning, it blabbers and bibbles until I feel faint.
All because of her,
she reframes me from eating that meal or thinking I'm beautiful.
She denies self-love like it's poison to her.
She is like the jimminy cricket in my mind possessing me and manipulating me over a sandwhich or a clothing size.
She is the reason I don't post that picture or upload a photo of myself and take it down 5 minutes later.
She bellows at me when I stare at the stranger glaring at me from my bedroom mirror.
"fat"
"ugly".
"pig".
"yuck".
"don't you dare eat that"
"you'll never be loved because you don't look right"
"you don't look like her".
"you're not good enough"
She's the reason I retreat to my baggy jumpers and t-shirts.
She's the reason I try to suck my stomach in wherever I go.
She's the reason that whenever I look at myself it's like shining a torch into someone's eyes.
She informs me I'm worthless everyday, like I don't already know it myself, like I haven't know it my entire life by the ripe age of 6 years fucking old.
She's the reason I'm reminded I stick out like a sore thumb from everybody else.
She's the reason my self-esteem is six feet under.
I know I know, it's all my fault. It always is.
"Do better" I say to the goblin portrayed as me.
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The wrong sculpt
PoetryHey this is my first poem or really anything on this app If I should do more of this let me know, I've never shown anybody my poems so I don't know if they are good at all. This is about body dysmorphia and I guess Ed almost. I'm sorry to the beauti...
