for the girls
i didn’t think it was bad,
till i’m sat in bed
flipping through my pictures,
wishing i was thinner.
i catch myself clicking edit
then scrolling the options,
moving the dial further and further back
until there’s almost nothing left.
i would always hate on girls,
the ones that hated themselves
until i realised i turned into what
i swore i’d never be,
pointing out flaws no one else even sees.
and i forgot how to just exist
without editing the evidence.
Copyright © Tessa Yearwood | Year Posted 2025
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