Interesting poem - Dysmorphia

This was written by NoEscape21 on another forum on this site and I found it interesting and know some people experience this same thing so I asked the author if I could share it with this forum.



Was thinking about how important it is to really love ourselves...regardless of where we are  in this journey... I wrote this for myself as well as everyone else that has issues with that sometimes.




Dysmorphia

I look in the mirror, what do I see?
That bloated sack of skin cannot be me!
Her curves are all wrong, her flab is grotesque.
She's disgusting, a pig, doomed to be an outcast.

I'm over, I'm done, I'll be rid of her soon.
They'll cut and staple me, and then I'll be sewn.
In a year's time, as she melts away
I'll be free, I'll be happy, no more disarray.
Sexy and fit, and admired by all,
That fat chick will be gone, nobobdy will recall.

It's been a couple years now, so imagine my surprise,
when I look in the mirror and see those familiar eyes.
So full of hatred for the girl that she sees,
That fat chick in the mirror, she couldn't be me?!
Though I'd lost lots of weight, and shrunk myself  in half,
that fat girl stared back with a smirk and a laugh.

As my ribs jut out and my spine pokes through,
there she still stands, obscuring my view.
She points and she laughs at my every imperfection.
She scolds me for not loving my original reflection.
Her grin only grows as I cry and I plead,
You should have loved me, now you'll never be freed,
whenever you look in the mirror, I'm all that you'll see!

A touching tale, ANA and MIA were my friends. When I left them, they caused me to gain 100 pounds. Sometimes I still hear them whisper in my ear.