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Mirrors have always been my enemy.
The hollow, faceless ogre that stares at me
with nonexistent, bulging eye balls
has always been my worst fear.
The veracity encompasses all reflective surfaces
and drowns me like unwanted kittens.
(Inhumane, it's so inhumane.)
Instead of skeletal fragments breaking out,
fat protrudes from around sockets and joints
and swallows my carcass like it's marshmallows,
because it is marshmallows, and potato chips,
and my tormentor is always hungry.
(Starving, starving for something - not food.)
Pretty. I wish I could be pretty.
Pretty like all the other dames, the ones hiding
on the other side of the glass. They roam
the city on the days that I come out
and they send me back into my hiding.
They send me back in front of the looking glass,
back to staring down the ghost within
the walls of my prison, my translucent cage.
(Pounding on the glass, pounding to escape.)
I can't escape.
The hollow, faceless ogre that stares at me
with nonexistent, bulging eye balls
has always been my worst fear.
The veracity encompasses all reflective surfaces
and drowns me like unwanted kittens.
(Inhumane, it's so inhumane.)
Instead of skeletal fragments breaking out,
fat protrudes from around sockets and joints
and swallows my carcass like it's marshmallows,
because it is marshmallows, and potato chips,
and my tormentor is always hungry.
(Starving, starving for something - not food.)
Pretty. I wish I could be pretty.
Pretty like all the other dames, the ones hiding
on the other side of the glass. They roam
the city on the days that I come out
and they send me back into my hiding.
They send me back in front of the looking glass,
back to staring down the ghost within
the walls of my prison, my translucent cage.
(Pounding on the glass, pounding to escape.)
I can't escape.
Literature
In Fate's Arms
I wish I had the right amount of words,
the proper adjectives, or nouns,
to weave sweet paragraphs
of how much I love you.
I wish I was a true poet,
or a stunning artist.
So I could maybe one day,
show you how much you mean to me.
Through a heart shattering ode,
or the perfect painting of your angelic face.
I bet there's a keeper,
somewhere,
of all the love in the world.
Maybe he knows,
the proper way to tell you.
Maybe he'll flip through his book,
find our names intertwined by ink.
Maybe he'll look up at me,
with a smile on his ancient lips,
one that says, "This is real love.
Don't let it slip away."
And finally, I'll be
Literature
Running Away
"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to
Literature
reality?
You want me to save
The person you all see;
I'm dying to save
The girl I'll never be.
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I debated whether or not to post this one, but in the end I decided to.
Body image issues suck. Personally, I have good reasons to have them, but I would still like to be able to feel confident in my body *now*, until I can change it. (Work, yoga, workk...)
I can't imagine how much it sucks to feel fat even when you're thin.
And, of course, EVERYONE has something they hate about their body. So, whatever it that you don't like about yourself...I feel ya, at least a bit. <3
Now we just need to learn how to accept our faults.
Body image issues suck. Personally, I have good reasons to have them, but I would still like to be able to feel confident in my body *now*, until I can change it. (Work, yoga, workk...)
I can't imagine how much it sucks to feel fat even when you're thin.
And, of course, EVERYONE has something they hate about their body. So, whatever it that you don't like about yourself...I feel ya, at least a bit. <3
Now we just need to learn how to accept our faults.
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I have had this. do have this. 
usually I feel like my face is ok, it's the rest of it that stresses me out. I'm doing better at accepting than I used to, but it's still hard. best to you! 
usually I feel like my face is ok, it's the rest of it that stresses me out. I'm doing better at accepting than I used to, but it's still hard. best to you!