March 21, 2024
Dear Diary,
I've noticed I'm having a hard time looking at myself in the mirror. Sometimes I catch a glimpse and my whole body cringes. Some days I find myself ugly, some days ok, some days even pretty. But lately, I find myself avoiding that dilemma all together.
Wouldn't it be nice to be freed from this prison of flesh that is my body? To not have to think about the shine of my hair, the size of my boobs, to not have to see the imperfections on my skin, the scars on my stomach and thighs that are never gonna fade, to not have to worry about the way I'm walking, the way I'm watching, the way I'm being.
Yesterday I liked me, today I don't, tomorrow who knows.
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