I cry hoping the mirrors telling me a lie
I don't really look like this.
Do I?
These stretch marks on my arm
They will disappear soon right?
My double chin is taking away from my charm
I'm thinking it's time for me to fight or flight.
Fight my demons in my head
Or flight and let them torture me till I'm dead
My stomach is it's own entity
I'm struggling to find my identity
Thunder thighs that's what they call me
A flat behind is what's on me
Insecure over my body
My heads filled with everybody-
'S hatred words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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