I always stare at my body imprinted into the mirror
The way my  **s flattens and my chest correspond a like two old friends who are never apart at heart. See, I have been struggling dealing with the girl staring back at me, wondering if I see what everyone else sees. But I just cant help but wish to look better than her.  Call me a loser I don't care, but I just cant figure out why food tastes like trash , every meal draws me away like a mad dog. I feel most beautiful, take the sexiest pictures when I'm alone in the room but loose the confidence in the sight of everyone else.  So I stuff my mouth with the most promising words, " I'll be beautiful one day" Dreams that will never exist. Insecurities