Beauty has corrupted my kindness.
Mirrors make militance.
Cosmetics cause crisis.
Insecurity is inevitable.
I carry my frustration onto my surroundings.
I loathe mirrors.
I execrate clothes.
Though I can’t fault them for my insecurity,
blame is always easier upon the inconsequential.
Anger doesn’t solve the resurging matter,
but it’s easier than addressing my fears of getting fatter.
To numb the unbearability of our sorrows,
opposed to undergoing them,
is truly a remarkable regret.
It’s not easy to withstand conflict.
It will never be easy to withstand conflict.
But to feel nothing rather than anything?
Wasteful.
Feeling something,
feeling anything at all,
is the epitome of the soul.
Suffering is undesirable,
but at least we have:
the power,
the courage,
the ability,
to experience.
Abby Hill Writings 