I  look into the mirror and stare back at my reflection in disgust.
Tears form in my generic, ugly, brown eyes.
I think to myself, "Why am I so fat? Why am I this ugly?"
I scan over my reflection, the list forming:
-My stomach's not flat
-My sides are too big
-My thighs touch
-My arms are fat
-My shoulders are too broad
-My face in general is just ugly
- I'm Disgusting
I don't know why I am so insecure and I don't know why I care so much about my image.
Oh, wait. That's right, I forgot.
The world we live in today, expects nothing less than beautiful bones.
To be the "perfect me" today, I'd have to starve myself.
Make up is every girl's best friend.
But what happens when you're all skin and bones with nothing left but a plastic face?
Are you acceptable in today's society?

Not even **close