Body Image
My legs are funny shaped.
My stomach isn't flat.
Why can't The Lord
Just take me back?
Why not create a new me,
One I could love?
Why leave me in this body I
hate,
But should love?
Where's my thigh gap?
Why is my stomach too big?
Why can't I be perfect
Like all these other twigs?
I'm ashamed of my image
And how I see myself.
I have terminal body issues.
I really need some help.
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