Days
How My Feelings About My Body Change Every Day.
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.
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.
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I'm a lady who loves writing, reading, music, singing, and life!
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