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Childhood years full of green grass A little girl free of care, full of spirit The mirror was forigen to her gaze Middle school girl feels abit queer She found her body to be changing She feels the mirror’s light stare High school girl is made of glass Body stuck in a delusional freeze frame Everyday she tries to hide what the mirror dreadfully enhances in her eyes Bathroom visit to throw up her enemy Gym routines that can't ever be missed Troubled truly by her magnified flaws Last summer at home spent in bed Hospitalized from the demon she let in Her heart grows so weak, she'd be dead by next week She breaks all the mirrors that messed with her head She eats her first meal praying it will stay She enters her college revivied and refocus on books not just body looks. Girls you are all beautiful no matter your size.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
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Childhood years full of green grass A little girl free of care, full of spirit The mirror was forigen to her gaze Middle school girl feels abit queer She found her body to be changing She feels the mirror’s light stare High school girl is made of glass Body stuck in a delusional freeze frame Everyday she tries to hide what the mirror dreadfully enhances in her eyes Bathroom visit to throw up her enemy Gym routines that can't ever be missed Troubled truly by her magnified flaws Last summer at home spent in bed Hospitalized from the demon she let in Her heart grows so weak, she'd be dead by next week She breaks all the mirrors that messed with her head She eats her first meal praying it will stay She enters her college revivied and refocus on books not just body looks. Girls you are all beautiful no matter your size.
raquel-centore
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
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