A Long Way Down

As I stood in front of the mirror, tears streamed down my face as I scrutinized my body. I
despised the way I looked, finding myself repulsive. My lopsided bangs hung down,
framing my face in a way that I detested. The asymmetry of my eyes bothered me, with
one drooping more than the other. My shirt clung tightly to my stomach, revealing all the
imperfections of my skin. I simply loathed being myself.