I look at myself in the mirror and only see a monster.
I see the fat that sticks off of my stomach; what am I? Pregnant?!
I see the stretch marks that line my legs, I must be fat.
I examine my face, cheeks too fat, and nose not rounded enough.
When I think of what caused this pain I can vividly look back on it now, the childhood years I had,
Yet when I look in the mirror I can find someone who has survived even if they lost a part of themselves along the way.
I refocus on my reflection, I trace the scars that run across my thighs and wrists, I hold myself a little tighter.
It would be so easy to reach over and end it all.
In a painful, but quick second I could end the suffering, end my pain and sadness.
Yet I don’t, I just keep looking at myself, finding more problems with myself.
My breasts, couldn’t I cut them off. My reproductive organs, were they ever supposed to be there?
I become too focused and lose touch with the world, I only thinking of waking up to realize that this is just a nightmare; that I’ll wake up in the right body, with a better mind, and a better life.
What is it that your reflection tells you?