Somebody once told me
To look in the mirror every morning
They told me to say, "I love you."
They told me to remind myself that God does too.
I tried saying, "I love you," to my reflection
But tears started shedding in every direction.
Why is it that hard to say a few simple words?
Why did trying cause so much hurt?
When I look at me,
I feel so much hatred I can hardly breathe.
People say, "You're so pretty, I don't want to hear it."
They don't understand that every picture shatters my spirit.
Why are these simple words so hard to say?
Come on, I can say I love me once a day
They say, "It's easy, say it even if you have to lie."
But if it's so easy, why do I always start to cry?
Every meal is like a knife to the chest
They just tell me to stop being so obsessed
It's getting so hard not to wilt
Because every bite is one filled with guilt
"You're so skinny, stop complaining."
I was really just trying to explain things.
You don't know how it feels
Why is it so hard to heal?
How do you become okay with your appearance?
How do you look at yourself with even just indifference?
All I really wanted was to be pretty
Now I'd give anything to not even be me.
Looking at myself brings such pain
I swear one day I'll make myself go insane
It doesn't matter how many times you tell me I'm beautiful
Every time I look in the mirror I will always pull away tearful
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Whispers of the Storm
Poetry⚠️TW: There are mentions of emotional abuse, self harm, anxiety, depression, issues with body image/relationships with food, and suicidal thoughts as well as mild language⚠️ Thanks for the concern, but I'm okay. Credits to @m25_bookworm for the beau...
