Asymmetrical

iv

She looks into the mirror with
High hopes that maybe today
Will be the day when the image
Is slightly narrower than yesterday's.

Her expectations crash loudly like
The sound of glass shattering,
The disgusting thing she sees in there
Is worse than the previous day.

The fat around her hips is bulging
Out due to her skinny jeans
Which she took ages to finally
Slip in through.

Her stomach stretches beyond
The limit of the vast universe
As though wanting to desperately
Grab the wall beside her.

The fat always seems to settle
In all the wrong places.
Her butt is big yet not sexy
Her eyes small yet not intriguing.

Her nose is wide like
The girth of her hunched shoulders
Her forehead too broad to look
Anywhere near intelligent.

So she takes a packet
Coated with pink pills,
She takes three at a time
And rushes to the bathroom.

She sits down in front of the pot,
She heaves and heaves and heaves,
Till breakfast, lunch and dinner comes out,
Tumbling down like acid rain.

She looks weary,
Her muscles are tired,
But she will not give up till
The laxative murders her.

-A girl who needs to see a therapist rather than writing bad poetry that doesn't even rhyme. But she knows that one day, she will love the reflection in the mirror more than anybody else in the world.