Sometimes, I wish I had a different body. The person I see in my head when I think about myself does not look like the person that looks back at me in the mirror. The girl I see in my head is small and skinny with long dark hair. She lives in the corner of an empty, dark room. Sometimes, she appears in a bright sunny field of long grasses when life seems to be going okay. But never do I think of myself in terms of this...monster I see in the mirror. Scars. Fat. Disproportionate. Ugly. Used.
Unwanted.
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