My deepest fears within my mind
Bends the mirrors edges.
Distorted, cruel and hideous
It shadows me with hedges.
Revealing every bulge and inch
That reprimands my sin,
And when at last I gain control,
My fears return again.
Cellulite upon my thighs
Won't seem to go away;
Not caring if I exercise
Or starve myself for days.
Relentlessly revealed to me.
Proclaiming I'm not thin.
The weight I fight to lose comes back.
The battle starts again.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Be satisfied one day.
Until the mirrors scorn concedes,
The battle's here to stay.