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.
Abby Hill Writings 