Words Against Society

I glance across the room to my mirror. Studying it closely before I look back down at myself. My stomach bulging out underneath my sports bra.
An unsettling feeling works its way into my belly, and I begin to feel uneasy as I make my way over to the mirror. Hoping, praying, that the mirror will tell a different story than my mind.
I stand in front of the mirror now, glancing from the side, and I slowly drag my gaze up the glass until my eyes land on my stomach. It does look thicker than it use to.
I suck in my abdomen in an attempt to make my stomach flatter, but it's no use.
I then pull my gaze up to my chest. 36 A cup. So small it's barely even there, and probably the main reason nobody takes a second look. I take a breast in each hand willing them to grow beneath them. Hoping, praying, that the size will increase dramatically.
But it's no use. I drop my hands and continue to drag my gaze up the glass reflection of myself.
My eyes settle on themselves in my reflection, and I sigh. My eyes find every single blemish there is on my skin, making me feel self conscious and upset.
My eyes are too small, my nose is too big. My lips, too pail without lipstick. Ache speckled across my face, in a few years from now all that'll be left there will be scars from something that was a constant battle.
My hands reach up. Pulling, pushing, and prodding. A single tear rolling down my cheek. I don't bother to wipe it away.
This is what they have done to me. They have made me a product of their own creation. They enjoy watching girls pick themselves apart piece by piece, and struggle to put themselves back together again. Good as new.
But tell me again, that all you see is beauty when you look at me. You see my soul through my eyes, yes. But look at my face. How can you tell me that I'm beautiful when each and every day you make me feel like I'm not? How can you tell me that shaming someone else's, or my own body, is not right, but then do it to me anyways?
We are playing with a double edged sword here, and we are already getting hurt.
Body shaming is NOT okay. I may not beautiful, but I am me. And that is okay.