In Front of The Mirror

A poem about body image.

So I’m standing in front of the mirror

And I’m looking at my body

And i don’t know how i got here

So i’m going to retrace my steps

And try to change the view

So im standing in front of the mirror

And im looking at how

My waist turns into my hips

And my hips turns into my thighs

And my thighs turn into my legs

And i don’t like it

So im standing in front of the mirror

And i see how i’ve sculpted

My waist and my hips

And my thighs

with starvation

And im looking at the hollow scars

That carve my ribs out

And make my hip bones sharper

Than their words

So im standing in front of the mirror

And im looking at how

My pale face is littered

With acne

and flaws

and dark circles

And i dont like it

So im standing in front of the mirror

And i see how ive hidden

My true skin

With a porcelain doll’s face

The only crack in the mask

Is the hollow look in my eyes

So im standing in front of the mirror

And im looking my clothes

Which are comfortable

And casual

And anything but sexy

And everything that says prude

And i don’t like it

So im standing in front of the mirror

And i see how

Ive change my entire look

With a skimpy black

Mini skirt

Red lips

And a hickey barely hidden beneath my

Collar bone

And everything that says s**t

So im standing in front of the mirror

And im looking at my feet

Which are flat

And unpainted

Unpolished

And bland

And i don’t like it

So im standing in front of the mirror

And im see how

I have reformed my feet

The bones harshly restructured to

Fit heels that do not

Fit me

And im standing in front of the mirror

And im looking at her body

And i don’t know how she got here

So im going to retrace her steps

And try to change our views.