Twenty minutes in front of the mirror.
That's all it takes;
I can't look any longer.

Awkward smile,
and non-perfect skin.
Large-rimmed glasses
filling up my fat face.

Oh, and move down further,
it all sinks in.
Different sized ****,
too overweight.
Stretch marks cover me like tiger stripes.

No thigh gap,
scars covering my shins.
My feet are too large
and my *** is too flat.
My hair is too thin
and way too short.

The mirror can be cruel.
I just want to love the girl
standing there crying.
But there's no love there.
I hate what I see.

Twenty minutes is enough.
Too much longer and I'll go insane.