I wish I could see myself
The way others do.
Yet I feel suspended
Even as I see it through.
Suspended, stuck in a loop
Of self-loathing.
I wear a sweatshirt that is slightly
Too big,
And sweatpants that fit loose
On my legs,
So I don’t see my body.
Look in the mirror,
Look away.
I still look every day.
Stuck inside,
Can’t look away.
Yet I see a future.
One where I see myself
As a whole.
Where I don’t have to look
The other way.
I see people,
Happy as themselves.
I want that.
I take a book off the shelf.
It reads,
Euphoria.
Overwhelming happiness.
Euphoria.
I turn to a new page of
My life.
I can see myself in the mirror.
Now no more hate.
Only,
Self-love.
Euphoria.