There are times where I wonder if I’m the beautiful Girl my parents say I am.

Everywhere I look,

I'm always reminded

of the imperfections

That I try so hard to hide,

The shadow on the ground and

The reflection in the mirror

Became things that

would Disgust me every

time I glanced at myself,

Food became something that

I was aware of like

it was my sense of time,

And water became my means of

getting smaller instead of stronger,

Dancing at first would

put the biggest smile on my face

And it became a very frequent thing,

except now it wasn't fun anymore.