I look at myself in the mirror. My reflection does the same as I. But, is that really me I see?
I grimace at the extra my body seems to hold. Exaggerated thoughts lead to false perceptions. Confused about what true beauty is.
I decided to hate myself. In the mirror shows a healthy glowing girl, but my eyes perceive the opposite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nicely articulated but if one has a fairly beautiful face and the body along with lovely traits, there is no harm appreciating it. This will add to his or her self-confidence. Thanks.
I appreciate it. Yes, that is very true.