Mirror
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without noticing all of my flaws, all of my defects, and everything that makes me look different from those around me.
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgusted, without feeling the urge to peel it all off with my bare hands, to cut it all off with a sharp knife.
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without losing all my appetite, without losing my will to go out, without losing my composure.
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without hearing the voices that some days tell me Iām being dramatic, and on others telling me to end it all.
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without remembering all the sweet compliments that I never knew how to receive, without hearing my Mom say that Iām unique, that God made me this way, and that God make no mistake.
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without begging God to make me love me, to make me act a bit nicer towards my body, to make me less scared of my reflection.
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without knowing for sure that that will never happen.
I canāt look at myself in the mirror without accepting that I will keep avoiding the mirror, scared of what I might see.















