Today I looked in the mirror. I didn’t like what I saw.
My face is getting rounder. Um, where is my jaw?
I put up my arms to flex, but instead my biceps fall.
What happened to me? I don’t like it at all.
The face in the mirror, stares back at me.
I struggle with my thoughts, when will I be free?
The hate, sadness, the sorrow.
I want to see change when I wake up tomorrow.
I want a new me, a skinny me, a clear skin me.
I want to look and like what I see.
Today I looked in the mirror, I looked and I saw a change.
Not in my appearance, but a change in my day.
Yes, my face is a little round, my jaw not so defined.
But on second thought, I really don’t mind.
I kind of like my smile, my eyebrows look great.
I may not be super skinny, but I have a great shape.
My skin could use some love, but I love it anyway.
I’m not perfect, I’m not even close.
Sometimes I have bad days, I feel gross.
Okay. I’m done rhyming. Here’s the point. I struggle with the way I look. I struggle with the way I feel. Looking in the mirror is occasionally hard. My body has changed so much in just two years. Can I improve? Can I make some changes? Hell yeah I can! But it starts with my mind. I’m working on a better me but I’m also working on loving myself the way I am.
This is short, I know. But this is where my thoughts took me tonight.
I haven’t written anything in awhile. But that’s because I’m working on new things. I’m finally figuring out a direction I want life to take me. I can’t wait to share with you guys. Also, thank you for supporting me and loving me for who I am. I really appreciate all of you. Love you all.