Mirrors.
An object that defines us.
An object that judges us.
An object that helps some, but destroys others.
As I look in the mirror, I ask myself, "Why am I me?"
"Why do I look like this?"
"Why do I loathe myself?"
"Why am I so fucking disgusting?"
I focus on little things,
I look at my god awful stomach.
I never get over my stomach.
"Why is it that big?"
"Why do my thighs touch?"
"Why is there a permanent line above my belly button from when I sit down and my stomach curls?"
Then I start to wonder,
"What do others think?"
"What the fuck am I still doing alive?"
Mirrors can be very helpful,
Like when a teenage girl walks into the bathroom and fixes her makeup,
Or even when a middle aged man fixes his tie because he has a job interview in an hour.
But most of the time,
Mirrors break people.
For me,
Mirrors make me wish I could be somebody else.
People who care about me say, "You look fine."
But, I see otherwise.
I can't simply see what they see.
Mirrors destroy me.
Mirrors destroy people.
