Disgust.

I’ve grown familiar to this feeling over time, pure hatred at the reflection that looks back at me.

Why? Why do you apparently contain so much of my worth?

I’ve never agreed to this.

Why does your existence restrict me like this?

I wish to be perceived, just not as you.

I’m much more than you, you do NOT define me.

Why do other people fail to see that?

Why do I fail to see that?

I wish to be free, free from my own body.

Free from judgement.