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My Own Enemy
I look at my self with disgust,
My fragile self-esteem crushed,
Unable to stand the sight of my body,
Oh how I wish I could look at myself more fondly.
I hate the way I feel in it,
Never a moment of pleasure with it's appearance,
I wish I could look in the mirror and smile, just once.
I wonder why I couldn't look like mom,
She rocks everything even a bob,
Meanwhile I can't even look good as a clown.
Long, short, tight or free,
Nothing seems to look good on me.
Even my insides feel wrong,
I wonder how long this pain will go on.
From health issues to body dysphoria,
Not a moment of euphoria.