The Girl In The Mirror
The mirror ate you up, Swallowed you whole. The mirror defined you, Consumed your soul.
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The mirror ate you up, Swallowed you whole. The mirror defined you, Consumed your soul.
Razorblades and scarlet tears Diet pills and great big fears Food logs and the bathroom scale It's just a test you're afraid to fail A race for control A thirst for perfection The urge for...
Bright red lips Nails to match, A woman that No one can catch. Long slender legs Bright white teeth, Eyes as green As a summer leaf.
No7 Mascara And breasts are implants. Enough beauty here to send no one in a trance. A layer thick of foundation. Your lips are a colour celebration.
Bathroom mirror, All a-mist, Why oh why Do you insist, On pointing out All of my flaws. Might throw you on The bathroom floor. Oh bathroom mirror, Why so mean.
___ | \ | | | ~~~~| #shapepoetry |SSSSS| _______ | | / / \ |SSSSS| \_____ \ _ / '——— ' ~~~~~~~~~~ To apply all that fake, My heart; it does break.
Not everyone is gunna say your beautiful. A dick or a bitch will only shit you. But that because your better than them. Imma friend and let me tell you something.
#acorn #projecthumanity Model of the media, A sculpture of the press, With an airbrushed plastic smile, And a sweet tooth for success.
"For years, I have surrounded myself With the most fucked up people.
I change my hair and make-up Almost ten times a day, In hopes that someone see's me, That you might glance my way.
There was a time when I thought that I would be your everything forever. We would be together, go anywhere, do anything. I was on top of the world. My eyes were bright and shiny, I saw perfectly.
I get told that I have "good" hair because of its texture and length etc... Now I think I'm supposed to gush pleasure at these compliments but to be honest it kind of annoys me.
Just a heads up, I do not have bulimia. I do not think it is a good idea and I do not recommend it. I just read a story and I felt inspired to write this. I can imagine it now.
In my dream I'm sitting in a room, The claustrophobic walls resemble a tomb, For as far as I can see there is no door, So I sit aimlessly on the concrete floor, In the deafening silence I have room...
Porcelain skin, Pink, pale lips, Sparkling, green eyes, Curvy hips, Brunette, wavy hair, Gently brushed through, Light, long eyelashes, Long, dress blue.
Have you looked in a mirror today. How many more times do you think you will today. Was there something you didn't like about yourself. Was it worth it.
As I stand here in the shower, my reflection staring back at me, I think again on days gone by, on where my six pack used to be.
You don't know. You think you know. You want to want to know. But you won't know. The feeling that I have. When I see myself. In the mirror, on the wall. My stretch marks all over me.
Kilimanjaro decided to sit on my chin This spot looked at me like "how you doing?" Bugger off you pesky painful zit You're making my lovely face look shit How dare you invade my face Without...
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. It suddenly alerted to her all her flaws. A tiny insecurity amongst the image brings the fear of rejection from her friends.
When I look in the mirror, I hate what I see. Disappointment staring back at me. Let down myself, my family and my savior. I am everything I hate, everything I fear.
The mirror shone before me, highlighting my every flaw. My tears run even when it's gone, and I can't help but turn away. They say that 77% girls think their ugly.
#emotion. They caught her eye as she walked passed the window. Taking pride of place in the centre of the display. Standing majestically, tempting the eye of beholder.
Ok so I knew I'd put on some weight Just a tad, something I hate But lately I'd been a bit low So to the fridge I would go Eating was a guilty pleasure Just steer clear of a tape measure I didn't...