Her Mirror's Distored Image by xaos

…Time after time it crossed her mind,
that her body just wasn’t good enough,
and she wanted to rewind to a place back in time
where she was kind
to herself,
and where being happy wasn’t so rough
But it was just too tough; And her mind was set
But what she was doing was something she’d regret…

She used to be confident of her beautiful, curvy figure
Having all the guys swooning and wanting to be with her
Then day by day it became a diamond that turned back to coal
And she was inflicted with a disease of her soul
…A distorted image of her self…
One that was not the truth
How could she put herself through the pain of what she would do
When she was so ‘perfect’ with the looks of a dream come true

…Standing naked at the mirror in a dead stare
Looking through biased eyes
Over and over telling herself lies
Witnessing something that wasn’t really there…

It became a fear that plagued her everyday,
That simple nutrition would make her gain weight
A fear that controlled her mind and dominated her appetite
And brought each of her body’s imperfections into the light
Poking, pinching, prodding, at what was barely more than skin
Crying at the mirror, seeing the body she was in

…Standing at the mirror again after turning away her food
with no idea of the damage and what she has to lose
Gotten it down to only one tiny meal a day
Just enough, in her mind, to make the excess fat go away

Every smooth curve, to her, was a mountain of pain
And the self-loathe began to come crashing down like rain
Just like the tears seeping from her dark brown eyes
Because she was about to commence the beginning of a habit,
that no one would realize
And as time passed on she became even more discontent
Wanting that perfect frame, she put herself through sheer torment
And now she has moved to not letting her meals stay down
All due to her self-esteem plummeting well below the ground

…Hair pulled back, finger down her throat
tears streaming down her face, and nobody knows
Torso horizontal to the floor, pushing on her stomach
Doesn’t know what she’s really doing and the resulting punishment…

Her body’s getting weaker, and she becomes eager to eat
But she won’t, and it may very well become her soul’s defeat…
…Until that one day she threw that damn mirror away
And vowed never to look at it another day
So she turned to the real image that was being shown
And saw she was more beautiful than she had ever known
And understood how ignorant she had really been
And would never take heed to that mirror’s distorted image again