My mirror is my enemy

For some I have always been too short

my bobs are too small

And that is something I should feel bad for

My head was too strange

And my nose I don’t like.

My hands were too weird

And my feet were too wide

at least that is what I heard

For others, I was too perfect

and anything could hurt me

“why are you crying?”

For others I was anorexic

And suddenly I was too fat

And I only care about my image

Or I should care more

And my birthmark made me look like a man

so I had to cut it off

I try to remember that my body is my home

that anybody is perfect

So I keep it straight and put on I nice smile

“But not that, that is to force

The other is more kind”