Its ironic that,
the bulk of fat around my tummy are called 'love handles',
because I haven't hated anything as much as I hate those.
And what I hate more is the voice
that revibrates in a room full of desperation,
where I scream about the atrocity of my nose,
and the agony of my thighs, slapping together,
when I run
until my sides hurt & I'm heaving, ready to throw up.
Because, maybe then I won't have the other chin, under my chin
that makes me hate, my reflection in the mirror.
I hate the hair on my head, limp & lifeless.
And my forehead, that's too big.
Big as a slate as they tell.
What I hate the most is myself
because as much as I say
'I love me' to myself
the thought of standing naked to my soul,
those beautiful eyes, terrifies me
probably more than death.
What I hate the most, is this Skin,
that I wish I could shed.
-♡ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ♡ Dione
Hey Moonshines!
let me know how it is!
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