By Frankline Shem O.
'Perfection dims and sharpens at will.'
'The perfect body is always one more diet away.'
'Wrinkles? Erase them before they etch your fate.'
'She carved herself into beauty—now, she vanishes.'
'Self-love expires when the world says so.'
'Stand sideways. Suck it in. Smile like you mean it.'
'The mirror's frame is thinner than me.'
'I shrink beneath dressing room lights, swell in glass storefronts.'
'My reflection hesitates before meeting my eyes.'
'I adjust. I erase. I disappear.'
'The fat lady in the mirror is still too small to be me.'
'A flat tummy, but a mind folding in on itself.'
'A mirror is glass, not gospel.'
'Reflections warp under the weight of expectation.'
'A shattered mirror only multiplies the lie.'
'If sight defines me, who am I in the dark? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem