Whispers of the Soul

Eating Disorder

Chasing Perfection

In the mirror's reflection, an echo of dreams,
A silhouette sculpted by society's schemes.
Each curve, each contour, a canvas to mold,
Yet the weight of perfection grows heavy and cold.

With magazines sprawled like a map to despair,
I trace every line, every flaw laid bare.
The glossy allure of a life I can't reach,
A mantra of "more" that each whisper can teach.

"Just one more pound," the voices insist,
As I chase fleeting shadows, an idealist's list.
The scale sings a song, a deceitful refrain,
Where numbers define me, a prison of pain.

In the gym's fluorescent light, I sweat out my fears,
Chasing after a figure that never appears.
The mirrors reflect what the heart cannot see,
A body in turmoil, longing to be free.

Each workout a battle, each meal a war,
As I navigate feelings, a heart kept ajar.
The friends turn to shadows, the laughter grows thin,
In the race for perfection, I've lost who I've been.

Society's whispers, a chorus of "less,"
Teaching me worth lies in more than a dress.
Yet beneath all the filters, the glamour, the guise,
A spirit still flickers, beneath all the lies.

I chase the horizon, a mirage of grace,
But the toll it has taken, I can't quite erase.
With every step forward, a step back I find,
As perfection eludes me, I'm lost in my mind.

So I gather the fragments, the strength in the cracks,
In the beauty of flaws, I'll learn to relax.
To redefine perfect, not carved in a mold,
But in every soft laugh, every story retold.

In the journey to love me, I'll forge a new way,
Embracing the truth that I'm enough every day.
For perfection is fleeting, a ghost on the run,
While the love for myself is the battle well won.