My eyes betray,

Though I don’t understand why.

The reflection in the mirror shows

A version of me I loathe.

Is my waist really that wide?

My face, is it really that mundane?

Nose, are you really that large?

Scars on my skin, are they truly there?

Is this really me?

Am I really this vile-looking?

Why is it that I look different

Each day?

Last week I looked better—

Maybe it was because I ate less.

Today I feel…utter hideous.

Is this how people view me?

How—

How could I have believed one could

Love me?

O why do I look different everyday?

Why cant I just love myself?

Rather, I believe the betrayal of thine eyes…