dysmorphia

i think it started when i was in early elementary school.
see, at that stage, you begin to realize
that you're different from the other kids. 
you become attracted to mirrors, 
and the idea of fitting in, 
and you begin to mold yourself
into the standards set by society.  

it's sad to think about, now, 
all the time that i spent hating my body and 
wishing that my thighs were smaller 
and my legs longer.

but looking back on it, 
i was perfect just the way i was. 

i had spent all of this time 
thinking that everyone hated me, 
that i was fat, and ugly, 
but i wasn't.  

so my point is, 
don't let these thoughts consume you.  
don't trust the mirrors because 
your mind is a fun house, 
morphing your body into something
that isn't real,
something that you're scared of.

trust the people who you love and 
trust yourself.  
trust your body.

be comfortable in your own skin; 
you were given this body for a reason 
and you know your worth.  

everything about you is perfect.