I see things differently
When I look in the mirror
As opposed to when someone else looks at me.
I obsess over stretch marks and acne scars
That are reminiscent of years of struggles
Years of tears and not being content with myself.
And moments of being too scared to look in the mirror
Or even leave the house.
Others don’t see these things in a negative light
They see stretch marks as a victory
For gaining or losing weight
For working hard for the body you want
And acne scars as a normal part of life.
I wish I could see what they see
When they look back at me
But it is a slow process
Of coming to peace with myself.