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Self-Portrait at Seventeen MAG
I inhale,
suck in my gut,
then turn toward
the dirty mirror of
my vanity.
The maroon
shift dress pulls tight
across my breasts
and hips.
I tug
at its seams and
smooth its wrinkles.
Still holding my
breath, I study
my figure.
Hour glass,
I assure myself.
I exhale,
and my body reclaims
its natural shape.
My ample stomach evades
the thin material
of the dress. The fabric
no longer conceals
my pillowy figure.
I stare
at my reflection
for much too long.
Remorse surges
through me. I am no
Marilyn Monroe
or Brigitte Bardot.
The glass has broken;
the sand has spilt.
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I have struggled with eating disorders and low self-esteem for many years. This poem is very personal to me, yet I wrote it out of empathy. I want readers who are suffering from similar issues to know that they are not alone. This is a universal issue that affects many people, both men and women.