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Standing in front of my mirror
Looking at my own reflection
The only thing I see
Is someone who isn’t me
I squeeze my stomach with my hands
Hoping it would go in
I wiggle my arms around
I told you that I loved you
Even though I knew it was not true
My mind was simply on sex
And I didn’t know what to do
You said “If your love is true”
Then I would wait for you
God created each and every one of us different and unique.
Some people are large, medium or petite.
Body image shouldn’t be compared to every teen.
For it is cruel and very mean.
