I look in the mirror
A cloudy haze over my eyes
Friends say I have no need to worry
Worry about my appearance
Worry about my weight
But how do they not see?
Or maybe they see.
They’re just lying.
It doesn’t work
I’m fat.
I weigh too much
Way. Too. Much.
Even my face looks fat.
I’ll fix this though.
I’ll starve myself until I’m skinny,
And I’ll hide my face.
Beauty is pain, right?
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2022 02:32
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
more rather Pain, is anathema
to Beauty;
instead, why not Choose, to believe in Keats' wisdom:
'Truth is Beauty
and Beauty: Truth'
and nothing like Love
to convey Truth and Beauty,
so give yourself a break, and Love yourself
be True, to that reflection
and see all the Beauty
you bring to the world, just as you are..
and so what, if you need to lose some weight
its just, cookie goodness
you indulged-in, to survive
the stresses in life;
why, you can even
sit comfortably, in a sauna
and sweat it away...
but that Beauty, that can never be diminished
lest you Choose, to refuse
its Truth....
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