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How My Feelings About My Body Change Every Day.

By Carol TownendPublished 27 days ago 1 min read
Photo by Debby Hudson on Unsplash

Monday: I stare in the mirror, and I see fat.

Tuesday: I stare in the mirror and I'm fatter than that.

Wednesday: I stare in the mirror and I'm thin.

Thursday: I can't see myself, the image is blurred.

Friday: Wake up feeling better, but by the afternoon my body image shatters.

Saturday: I need a gym; I'm fat though they say I'm thin.

Sunday: They say I'm pretty, but the mirror says ugly.

Fat, thin, fatter, thinnest,

Ugly, pretty, prettier, prettiest.

My mirror image is always distorting,

My looks are always ever-changing;

Is this the real me I'm seeing?

Why are they always lying?

Who am I?

I don't know.

Every day is one big blur.

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Carol Townend

Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.

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  • Mariann Carroll27 days ago

    You are what you want to be. It really does not matter what your body size are but how you love and appreciate yourself. You can be thin and if you still don’t feel beautiful, it’s worthlessness feeling that cause a person, not to appreciate the beauty within.

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