I gaze in the mirror at the bumps and blemishesβ unsightly mistakes etched on a canvas of skin I pick at all the red spots ππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ I pick at all the scabs ππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π πππ I pick at all the scars πππππ π ππ πππππππ
I peel off all this rotting skin only to find more layersβ of crippling fear of clawing jealousy of heavy shame eating away at what is underneath it allβ a woman who does not have the courage to love herself