TwoA Poem by Emma GarsideShe looked in the change room mirror and it made her sick. She looked down at the price tag and stared at the size. The number haunted her. She had never seen such a high number on her jeans. Tears instantly started flowing to her eyes, face turning red, breaths becoming deeper and harder. She was upset about her body for the first time in a while. She no longer felt thin, pretty, loved, desirable, or perfect. She instantly felt self hatred, disgust, ashamed, ugly and FAT. It was the worst she felt. You may think this is sad to hear, but to be honest the saddest part of it all was the size of the jeans were only a two. © 2013 Emma Garside |
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