Mirror Images

Poetry

TW: Eating Disorder

Distorted object in the mirror
When too close triggers intense fear
A gentle tear slipping down a now hallow face
Wanting to be the embodiment of grace
Can’t stand to give myself comfort
Not even a warm embrace
Brim filled eyes clawing skin to bone
Impossible to hone in on a single flaw
In agonizing awe of model bodies
A pinch to lose an inch, quickly synch the waist
Swearing my weight defines my self worth
Withdrawing from the people around
Not a trace or a sound
Hatred overflowing, the battle forcing me to the ground
Self love fed into veins, an attempt to heal the remains
Flowers now grow from the scars, lifting spirits high above
No longer trying to fit the ideal glove