I look in the glass, and admire the reflection. I go take a walk, and I see faces looking at me with such scorn. I go back to the glass to check if I was missing something. I fail to see anything wrong and go back to enjoy the outside pleasures.Again, I see them mocking and pointing to the vessel that is my body.I immediately leave with tears streaming down my eyes, wondering why they look at With such distaste in their eyes. I go back to the glass, and see the reflection with such disgust. I say to myself, "I must do something about this ugly body, before they mock again."
