Body Image

When I look in the mirror,

I hate the body looking back at me.

Every flaw I dislike and shiver,

Every imperfection makes me want to flee.

It is an endless, persistent battle,

To look at my reflection.

It’s a circling path that I travel.

With my body, there is only rejection.

I am a prisoner of negative self-perception.

Hate and disgust, I always feel.

My body looks like an ugly infection.

Sometimes I don’t even feel real.

Impossibility weighs heavy on my mind;

To find the perfect weight.

Satisfaction is what I am trying to find,

I know people out there can relate.

Comparison and judgment never end;

Self-hate never seems to cease.

I feel the world constantly condescends.

No matter what I weigh, I always see obese.

So, I deprive myself of food,

Or if I eat, I purge.

This struggle negatively affects my mood,

But if I try to fight it, I can’t fight the urge.

When will this battle ever get resolved?

It feels like a hopeless and never-ending pain.

What around does it revolve?

I am trapped and bound in this awful chain.

Kelly