Distorted
When will I feel comfortable in my own skin?
When will my body feel like mine once again?
When will the stranger stop staring back at me?
I still see a tiny girl able to wear whatever she pleases
With a flash, reality changes someone I don't even recognize stares back at me.
Thirteen sizes bigger
Curves, stretch marks mark me head to toe
Like a map of who I use to be
My mirror stores the skeletons of a distorted way of learned thinking.
Where is the love?
Self-esteem?
Self-love?
Anything?
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