Body love/body hate

I watch my half naked body in the mirror,
Im not the skinniest
-not even close-
I don't have the thigh gap,
The breasts,
The hips,
The toned arms and stomach,
My body is tailored for me, just not the right size,
I don't want to be a perfect image of beauty,
Because I am my own,
A part of my brain doesn't seem to get the message though,
When I stare into the mirror and loath to go to outside,
I know that something is awry,
These parts of my identity,
They are warlike,
One is victorious in many of their battles,
One has lost almost all,
But one is the mediator- allied with both, hating one,
She is the one who encourages body love,
But shall put it upon herself to suffer though this beaten body,
Still loving herself but beating down herself,
She is the one who wants to wear headbands,
A dress,
Flats,
But the one who gives the most,
Knowing herself but lost in her foretold tomb,
which is my body.