Mirror
There's a mirror...i see someone in there...who it is? Is it me? Am i like that? And this scar? Oh god...i can not look in the mirror...why do you do this to me? Why do you hate me so much? I pause.... "Breathe" i say to myself..."You're beautiful just the way you are" , again the feeling of despair and disgust appears. I panic..."who would love a girl like me? I have a scar...i have hair i wish i didn't have .. i am above my weight yet not with the body i want, i don't eat...or eat too much..." The feeling of despair...of incompetence as woman...those feelings keep awake at night. What am i doing wrong? Am i worthy of love? Am i able to love? So many questions...and so many insecurities that don't let me live freely. Just another day.... M.P. da Silva