Behind Two Mirrors

a person suffering from the influence she has undergone

the pain the torture, I go through everyday, getting me nowhere, will i ever look that way? not long enough

lashes not plump enough lips, never knowing when ill be too sick to even take a sip, their eyes are all on ME

the fattest one, look at the ugliest one. why is life so unbearable? i just want to end it all.the mirror shows my

face but is it really mine? the thighs too fay and the head too far from the spine. the eyes too brown, too blue,

too bright. my brain too shallow too dark, to even make a mark. my mother says she worries, but i tell her it is 

all fine, knowing after eating and starving, the dreaded time has come, so as i sit here on the bathroom floor, i

try to remember who i used to be and what thing brought me here,i try real hard to hope for something

more..  the beautiful faces of models, so chic, with printed red shirts advertising beers, strutting their stuff as

i stood behind, hoping and praying their bodies were mine.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nomes]

good job! is this for your i-search?

[Oringinal_Beauty]

fay=fat sorry