I avoid all mirrors.
Fish belly skin, brown beige hair, squinty pale eyes, flat formless mouth
I don't buy clothes I don't want to try them on
Melon round, face child bearing hips, droopy breasts, wino's nose
My flesh has become my soul, my soul my flesh
Duck feet squat, stubby hands, pouchy arms, pushed in teeth
I don't need a mirror to see my image burned on the back of my eyelids.
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