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.
Copyright © Aleece Robins | Year Posted 2014
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