My own fingers going up and down my skin
while I map out every inch
of my body that i don't like
Other women begin to roll through my mind
like a slideshow
which leads me to think
why cant I look like them?

Before I would have been the girl
who lets these thought control her
skipping the next meal
but today I know I am not that girl
because I look like me
and I am beautiful
with all the scars