When you look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Is it an Adonis,
All muscle and sinew?
The **** curves of Aphrodite?
Or the flab and puniness
Of my reflection?
Are you ever satisfied,
With what God gave you?
Could you ever look and think,
That is it, I’ve made it?
I don’t need your body shaming,
I do that on my own.
So goodbye to confidence
And hello to shame and guilt.
At not being what you want.
Unable to be happy in my own skin.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
When you look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Is it an Adonis,
All muscle and sinew?
The **** curves of Aphrodite?
Or the flab and puniness
Of my reflection?
Are you ever satisfied,
With what God gave you?
Could you ever look and think,
That is it, I’ve made it?
I don’t need your body shaming,
I do that on my own.
So goodbye to confidence
And hello to shame and guilt.
At not being what you want.
Unable to be happy in my own skin.
No matter who we are or what we look like, there will have been some point when a look in the mirror has resulted in disappointment. Too often, there is pressure to look and act a certain way.
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