Looking in the mirror today
I noticed the size of my thighs
A common culprit
of body hate
Just another feature
I berate

Why?

During a spin class
Comparison seethes
All I hear
in my ear
"you're fat and ugly and disgusting"

Poetic?
Certainly not.
But I can't seem to throw away that thought.

I can't even believe that it isn't true
It's been so long, don't know what else to do

You're smarter than this, know you need food.

Help.

Nothing in my life makes sense.

What's the point?
I'm not so sure.
Wherever I turn, sadness endures
So much wrong in the world,
where do I turn?

I need to believe there's still good
I need to believe it gets better
I need to find my purpose
Or my eyes will continue to get wetter