the way i see my body

i looked into the mirror and saw nothing i wanted to see.

i still had a belly that stuck out to far

my thighs still large.

my breasts, not impressive at all

i see the cuts on my thigh

the cuts on my wrist

i see the scars on my heart and a body that no one will want.

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