Distortion

A normal figure, attractive to most,
But see's not a reason to brag or boast.
Her eyes draw up a vision that's crooked and raw
Highlighting and hating her body, her flaws.
Depicting her stomach, her arms, and legs
For a body she could love she wishes and begs
Nothing seems right, everything is all wrong
She needs to control this, she had strength she was strong
In the mirror ahead she caught a glimpse of distortion
Tears filled her eyes she saw no beauty just un-proportion
She remembered the days when the mirror she did not dread
But that was long ago, she stood there lifeless, almost dead
As she walked away from the horror, she frowned
....but had she really ever gained a pound?

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