Staring into the mirror

This is what's in my head when my body dysmorphia acts up.

I stare at my naked body. Studying it. Judging it. 

Why can’t life be like the Sims sometimes? 

Where you can go into the edit feature and change every little flaw you have.

Change your features. Get rid of the fat in unnecessary places.

Plump up certain areas everyone loves that you lacked before.

Why do we have to be our own worst critics? 

Why must it be so hard for us to accept ourselves and the way we look?

Life would be too easy if we could do so though. Too many people would look so similar.

Life would be boring if we had that power, right? Uniqueness. 

That’s what we need in the end.

Author's Note

I think this is finished, a part of me feels it needs more. Although the other part of me says it's fine and if I add more then I'll just ruin it. Leave it alone, leave it alone. Leave. It. ALONE.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

I remember when I was a freshman in high school and I dealt with this problem. I was the skinniest I have ever been and I felt like I weighed two hundred pounds.
"Why can't life be like the Sims sometimes? Where you can go into the edit feature and change every little flaw you have." It's called Photoshop, but in the end you are still left with the old same body, and all the flaws that you tried to erase.
Btw, I think you are beautiful. Great bone structure and beautiful eyes.

[Sidian]

That is very true. And thank you so much :)

[light and ashes]

:) You are very welcome.

[Relic]

The sentiment you're trying to get through - got through. I stopped worrying about the way I look and I get on with whatever I have to do. You eneded this on a positive note, good on you. :)