"I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see."
Jimi Hendrix
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Dear readers,
My new poem features a person with BDD (Body Dysmorphic Disorder). I hope my words can carry you away into that person's world. I hope that after this poem, you realize that beauty is transient just like everything else in this world and it is futile to try and hold on to it sacrificing the important things in your life.
Let my words take you on a magic carpet ride. But don't try to or steal the magic carpet ( it means don't copy my work).
Happy reading.
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If my mirror could talk
PoetryThis poem is for all the people who think they're not good enough when looking into a mirror.It's a poem about a person suffering from Body Dysmorphic Disorder(BDD). I have people around me who think fairness is beauty, being lean is the perfect fig...
