++ mentions of EDs/unhealthy relationship with food/body image below. ++
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she glares at me,
the girl in the glass.
she pokes and prods
and seethes at the curves
on my young torso.
the girl in the glass goes everywhere with me.
she's stuck to my heart,
pumping blood, getting oxygen,
feeding me,
ridiculing me,
telling me to do BETTER.
she stops me from
clicking the buy button,
taking that last piece,
looking for too long in the mirror,
or feeling that youthful,
rosy-cheeked love for herself
that everyone else seems to have.
anyways,
it doesn't matter.
she told me to do a 20 hour fast.
let's see if she loves me now.
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a/n: oversharing? idk.
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fire in the sky
Poetryall i wanted to do is listen to phoebe bridgers and think. instead, ive decided that life is too much to not document in words. 2020 ©rryleecc
