The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs. There's this girl in the mirror. I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her. Sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes. Lullabies and Goodbye. When she's looking back at me, I can tell. She's hurting inside.
There is this girl, who is scared of mirrors. She is scared of the things she sees in the mirror. She is scared of the horrors she sees. She see a girl who could be her. But the girl isn't her. The girl is an allusion of the image the girl thinks she is. But the girl who is scared of mirrors is skinny, unlike the obese girl, she sees in the mirror is. The girl who is scared is beautiful, she doesn't think so though. She wonders what it's like to wake up and love yourself. To look in the mirror and not want to cry. To weigh yourself, see the number, and not want to puke. To be with friends and not feel ugly. To go into public and be insecure. To go shopping for clothes and not feel fat. She just wonders, what it's like to love your life.
There is this girl, who starves herself and still sees herself being fat in the mirror. She is bone thin but still see herself almost 200 pounds heavier. She believes losing just ten more pounds will be better. She thinks that all food is the root of evil. She believes that everyone will love her more if she is skinnier. She skips dinner to be thinner. She wants to be so thin that people whisper how skinny she has gotten behind her back. She isn't hungry, she is bored. So she drinks a glass of water and learns the difference. She wants to make them regret the day they ever called her fat. She want to be skinny. She wants her collarbones to show. She wants to be attractive. She wants to get noticed. She wants a thigh gap. She wants a flat stomach. She wants people to like her. She wants to be loved. She wants skinny arms. She wants to be perfect.
She is not pretty enough. Not skinny enough. Not good enough. Not smart enough. Not talented enough. Not popular enough. That's what's on her mind all day...every day.
