She can't hide her lows,
the way the mirror shows
what she convinces
herself are flawed lines.
Beneath her clothes
more signs, she sighs. Despising
the skin she lives within.
Her skin shows life, but she wishes
she could have it fixed under the knife.
Her flaws no more flawed
than a painting to be adored.
She sees Imperfections,
doesn’t see that they make us
perfectly human,
gives beauty its true glow
but she hides her eyes away
from the image that shows.
She turns away,
when she sees her scars.
All the battle marks that show
how she hurt so hard, worked so hard.
Kept going despite it all.
Sees the false promise
of a photograph,
given a brush up,
within the painted skin
of a magazine, as true perfection,
but doesn't see the universe
that reflects deep in her eyes,
only what her eyes see and despise.
A patchwork of bad tides,
but ignores the highs
of reaching the other side.
Sees food as enemy,
something to fight with daily.
Bingeing and purging,
retching, cursing stomach,
urging it to be empty.
Just fuel nothing more,
but it makes her feel like an eyesore.
Can't look in the mirror anymore,
each time she sees another set of flaws.
Wants to float through,
without any footsteps echoing on the floor.
Sits within skin that lies.
Skin that betrays what lays inside.
Torn apart, wants to tear out her hair,
and stomp the fire from her heart.
Beauty is not skin deep,
it’s the soul that holds
the true beauty within.
Where we keep our dreams locked down,
where we have fought the rains,
where we have taken that pain
and worn it like a battle gown.
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