When I look in the mirror,
I hate myself.
I cannot find one small thing
that I enjoy about myself.
I do what I can
to change that
but nothing is never enough.
I’m starting to see why
models starve themselves
just to like what they see.
Maybe not such a bad idea.
Totally feel this post. The push and pull when you’re trying so hard to love yourself. I think this poem is so real and beautiful.
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