Staring at her reflection,
She sees the truth others deny…
Her belly protrudes from her t-shirt
Like a ripened watermelon.
Her legs are heavy,
Making her skinny jeans rip at the seams.
Fat is hanging every which way,
From her legs, her arms, her face, her stomach,
From every inch of her undesired silhouette.
Nothing fits her deformed body.
Nothing feels right against her skin.
She wants to tear off her clothes
But it will only reveal what she yearns to hide.
She stands there frozen,
Staring at her reflection...
A loud voice escaping from the mirror,
“You’re a FAT, ugly freak!
No food must enter your body!
I will not let you live until you’ve lost it all!”
Tears spill from her face,
And she fills with rage,
Vowing never to let food in.
But even with her mouth shut,
Every time she looks at her reflection in the mirror,
And she fills with rage,
Vowing never to let food in.
But even with her mouth shut,
Every time she looks at her reflection in the mirror,
All she hears is “you're a FAT, ugly freak!”
Even when her clothes sag like a rag,
And her jeans fall to the floor,
Even when there is nothing left of her but bones,
Even when her clothes sag like a rag,
And her jeans fall to the floor,
Even when there is nothing left of her but bones,
Even when she’s lost it all,
She is still a FAT, ugly freak, and always will be.
That’s what the mirror always says.
Written November 8, 2011
She is still a FAT, ugly freak, and always will be.
That’s what the mirror always says.
Written November 8, 2011
© 2011 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
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