When I look in the mirrorA Poem by Delaney ThomasWhen I look in the mirror, I don’t see a face. I see flaws. And they are magnified, exaggerated until I am consumed by imperfection. I am an imperfection. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see two eyes. I see the exhaustion escaping through the slits in my face. I see purple circles and the wrinkles of a forced smile. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see skin. I see the scars from every moment of weakness. I see imperfection seeping through my pores. Through every blemish, every freckle. Every flaw. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a body. I see every indulgence, every meal. My hands automatically pinch the fat on my stomach. As if the touch of my fingers would melt it all away. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me. And I don’t know if that will ever change © 2016 Delaney Thomas |
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