The mirror  that I look at myself in is old dark fractured wavy distorted It is as if these glass fragments have writing scrawled upon them in crimson lipstick Words like: Damaged Unclean Fat Old Ugly Bitch Unworthy Invisible Unlovable Objects in this mirror may be closer than they appear sometimes they hurt sometimes they … Continue reading The Gifts I am Given

The mirror  that I look at myself in is old dark fractured wavy distorted It is as if these glass fragments have writing scrawled upon them in crimson lipstick Words like: Damaged Unclean Fat Old Ugly Bitch Unworthy Invisible Unlovable Objects in this mirror may be closer than they appear sometimes they hurt sometimes they … Continue reading The Gifts I am Given

The mirror that I usually Look at myself in is old Dark, fractured, wavy Distorted It is as if these fragments Have writing scrawled upon them In crimson lipstick Words like: Damaged Unclean Fat Old Ugly Bitch Unworthy Invisible Unlovable Objects in this mirror May be closer than they appear And sometimes they hurt Sometimes … Continue reading The Gifts I am Given