My Not-Addiction
It’s not an addiction,
Really it’s not,
But that mirror,
It’s a source of affliction.
Not long ago,
I could look in that mirror,
And think nothing was wrong,
But now only my flaws show.
The pressure to be perfect,
It tears away at my body.
At first it looked like nothing
But it had it’s side effects.
I wanted to be one of them,
One of those girls everyone envied.
But the price to pay was my body,
Not a penny or a gem.
It was never enough,
No matter what I did.
The skipping meals,
Only turned my image rough.
But will it ever be worth it?
I stare and ask myself,
My image in the mirror,
Still begging just to quit.
It became a nightly thing,
Standing on that scale.
And I was pleased to see,
That the numbers kept dropping.
My hair began to thin,
My bones began to show.
Everything was different,
And the desire was starting to win.
The pain I was putting myself through,
The constant suffering.
Everything was just a blur,
But nobody ever knew.
I don’t starve anymore,
But I could if I tried.
It was a part of my life,
And now just a closed door.
It’s not an addiction,
Really it’s not.
But that mirror,
It’s a source of affliction.
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Reflections
RandomMy words, reflections of my innermost thoughts and feelings, nothing is more personal than words telling the story in which I both fell apart and conquered some of my greatest fears and struggles in life.
