What I Saw in the Mirror Today
This poem contains candid content about my body image issues. It also includes an encouraging message.
At 9 a.m., I stepped out of the shower
and tried to avoid looking in the mirror.
But it was right across from me,
corrupting my vision and self-esteem.
Two massive, bright red pimples
occupied my chin and my forehead.
They weren’t there last night!
Why did they sneak up on me today?
My forehead wrinkles were deep.
My stomach protruded further than yesterday.
I used to have nice skin, but not lately.
I used to be fit, but I lost my physique.
But other people said they don’t see what I do.
Compliments are nice, but I don’t believe them.
The mirror keeps telling me that I look old and ugly.
It says I’m fat and unable to change.
But deep down, I know the mirror is wrong.
What I see is a distorted version of reality.
And the mirror isn’t talking to me; I’m talking to myself.
All this negative self-talk needs to go to hell!
