My Body Is My Friend

I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror, Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable. I've been told this person is my friend, But its reflection paints a different picture. Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway. A bit ghostly. I trace its outline carefully - A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere - So pathetically unfamiliar to me. So frightening to me.... To me to me to me to me Why does no one else seem to see What I see? What I see... I've been told is my friend. But friendliness bodes forbidden, Foreign between the eyes of those destined to be one. When will I learn my body is my friend? Who honestly teaches that anyway? I say honestly purposefully. Lies, all lies. You see it, don't you? I don't even need to explain for you to know. That's how low this show has gone. I need help unmasking and redefining this festering, fatal phenomenon.