The live's I've lived

Poem #116

I sit in front of a mirror and talk about my flaws grabbing my stomach pinching my skin telling myself I'm too fat that I need to lose weight. I tell myself how there isn't one thing I can list off about myself that I love that every inch of my body there's something wrong with it. My hair is too curly, my lips are too thin, my eyebrows are too thick, my eyes are too small, my nose it's too big, I have a double chin, my boobs aren't big enough, my stomach isn't flat enough, my back looks weird, my arms have a weird rash, my arms are hairy, my fingers are too fat, my thighs are too big, my calves are too big, my feet are too big, my foot has a scar on it, my butt is too small. I tell myself how I will never be good enough. All my ancestors the spirits around me questioning how I could say these things about myself. How they see parts of themselves in me how could I think they are ugly how could I think I was ugly. The spirits watch as someone they love tears apart their body they don't understand how someone they love so dearly could think this about themselves. They get to see it all day they see the way I hate my body and they can't understand they don't understand how I could treat the temple I was given so poorly and neither do I.