INSECURITIES

She turns to the door and opens it hesitantly,

dread slows her movements,

it pains her steps,

her bravery withers.

She already feels the predetermined disgust,

it repulsively clogs her gut,

she might throw up on who she's about to meet.

Upon looking up, she winces.

The other girl does the same.

They don't like each other right away,

but that's okay.

Nina doesn't care.

The girl she sees is is disgusting,

the arms are flabby and meager,

her eyes are dark and sunken,

her frame is small and unflattering,

her hyper-pigmentation is grotesque,

her bosom is undesirably small.

The girl she sees is absolutely imperfect.

Nina turns away momentarily,

too repulsed to scorch her eyes any longer.

When she looks back up, the girl is in tears,

Nina almost pities her,

almost,

but she stops herself.

The girl is unforgivably hideous.

Lifting her hand to her cheek,

Nina finds it wet.

That's when she angrily picks up a hammer,

and hurls it at the other girl.

The mirror shatters.

She's gone.