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my false hopeful image projects

illusions that lie to me

make me think of myself differently

in my head

when i flirt i am gorgeous and thin

i go home look in the mirror

realization slaps me in the face

how could i have even thought such a lie

i am not pretty i am not thin

how dare i let my self believe

self-confidence shatters like the mirror

is it better to know the truth or

are you better off believing the lie?

always swinging to the opposite extremes

i am beautiful, thin, wonderful

i am ugly, fat, repulsive

i will never accept myself

for what i am and be happy about it

tears roll down my face as i

cover all the mirrors

rip the tags off my clothes

break the scale

shove my finger down my throat

i must get rid of the evidence

any evidence of the truth is bound to break me

i don't like what the truth tells me

i have chosen the lie