Today i stand in front of a mirror,
trying so hard to see myself clearer.
Staring at the excess skin on my thighs,
and not liking what i'm seeing with my eyes.
I turned to my side and there was my tummy,
other girls would laugh at it like it was something funny.
Their laughter would echo in my brain,
and all their harsh words would bring me pain.
I wiped the dry tears on my cheek,
my poor eyes crying every week.
I grew tired of staring at my reflection,
and wishing that somehow this was all an illusion.
So once again i stood in front of a mirror,
and with one last glance i decided to end this horror.