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Through the Looking Glass

Looking into the mirror,

seeing nothing

except flaws,


Feeling so ugly,

so worthless.

Skip one meal,

no harm done.

Then, one meal,

turns into two, then three,

then all.

You starve yourself,

to feel 'pretty'

not knowing that real beauty,

is within,

not made up of the numbers

on that scale.

Looking into that mirror,

seeing nothing but flaws,


hatred swirling within you, until you can't think,

can't breath,

until finally,


never be



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