I hate that girl in the mirror
So you'll never hear me say that
I'm good enough
I know in my heart
The number on the scale defines my worth
And that
Being thin will make me happy
I refuse to believe that
There is hope
I'm ashamed of my body
No longer can I say that
I am worth fighting for.
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What is it like?
PoetryThese poems are describing to you what it feels like to have mantal health disorders. Like for Depression, anxiety, anorexia and more.
