Mirrors

That girl With a thinning Frame Dangerously Small arms Cracking posture Frail bones Is not who you think She is. She does not Go home And take in The compliments Of the Oblivious Unknowing JEALOUS Girls at school. She cringes The reflection Disgusts her Yet they are Everywhere. The mirrors That she cannot Escape. They lurk In the dark In the light In the day In the night In the bath And in the eyes Of the Passerbys. But what she Sees Is not Tiny Withering. She sees HIPS TOO WIDE THIGHS TOO THICK WAIST TOO BROAD ARMS TOO SOFT T O O - M U C H - F A T.