Musings of a Weirdo.

xiv || dressing rooms

Lowercase intended. Uh...sorry not sorry grammar nazis? 

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my arms full of clothes that probably

wouldn't make it out of here with me,

i walk into the room that single

handedly manages to display all my

flaws on a shiny surface of insecurities.

pinching at the extra fat, slapping at

my flabby stomach and desperately

ignoring all my imperfections, I try

on the first item of clothing that'd

determine my self worth for the day.

predictably so, it doesn't do anything

to elevate the low image of myself that

had already been crafted in my head.

what it does is make me curse at the

shapeless figure staring back at me.

the tired cycle continues four times

as the voice in my head judges me;

'one of 'em's too tight, one too baggy,

one too good to be worn by your body.'

in the end, none of them are a match.

but as i look around the four white

walls i've locked myself into, i realise

that i'm trapped in this room, cursed

to loathe my very own body. and i see

that my mind is its own dressing room.

my mind; a personal dressing room that

critiques the way I look, walk, talk, eat

and even the very air I inhale and exhale.

a place, where only imperfections exist

and strengths are deliriously ignored.

dejection. disappointment. self hate.

those would be the medical terms

used to describe my volatile emotions.

but these words are too weak to fight

with the voices bringing me down.

however, It isn't too late change a dressing

room to a greenhouse basking in the light.

and maybe your sentences don't have

capital letters or proper punctuation

but imperfections are a thing of beauty.

so get yourself out of that room and embrace it.