I long for those skinny legs and flat stomach.
I long for that slender, toned body, where no fat can be seen around the hips and back.
I long for that uncaring attitude of looking at my body whenever I try on jeans in the dressing room.
Will I ever love myself?

I desire for the ability to eat whatever I want without negative thoughts after dinner.
I desire to have unblemished skin that most people I know have; I curse the genes I received from my mother.
I desire to have ruly, beautiful hair I see in the hallways; shiny and no-frizz.
Will I ever love myself?

I look in the mirror and think to myself:
"Why do I have all this disgusting flab? Why can't I look like them? Will my body ever look good?"
I curse at myself for not having my mother's 'no flab' genes.
Will I ever love myself?

I am consumed by the unrealistic standards of society.
I know they are impossible to achieve, but yet I still try to follow them.
Can I even love myself?

I've exercised to the point where I almost fainted and felt like I wanted to die.
I counted calories and restricted the intake to so low, my mind was hazy and my body couldn't handle it.
I lost my period and I became unhealthy mentally and physically.
All because of society.
All because of pressure.
All because of what I've been told by my mother.
Is this the way I should treat myself?
Is this the way I should find love within myself?

I look at myself in the mirror, repulsion in my eyes and hatred in my mind.
I go about my day.
As I walk through the halls, through the streets, through the light, and through the dark.
I ask myself:
"Will I ever love myself?"