BDD

When you have Body Dysmorphia

You stand in front of a mirror

That belongs in a fun house

It doesn't matter the size

Or even how it's made

It still distorts your image

Twisting, expanding

No matter what angle you try.

When you have Body Dysmorphia

Weight gain is an unimaginable horror

Weight loss is reduced to a lesser win

Because all you can think about is

"But there's still so much..."

When you have Body Dysmorphia

You have nightmares

Where perceived imperfections

Are beyond magnified

Fat drapes like cellulitic curtains

Noses disproportionate

The fun house mirror mocks you

"You'd be perfect if..."

When you have Body Dysmorphia

You wage a constant war

One moment feeling beautiful, becoming

The next being swallowed in despair

Because the mirror laughed.

When you have Body Dysmorphia

You upset friends and loved ones

Because you can't wrap your head around

Their compliments

Your instant reply of refusal

Your instant retort of

"If I could change this, then maybe."

Sparks anger and frustration.

When you have Body Dysmorphia

You fight everyday

You fight the mirror

For your true reflection

You fight your mind

For rationality

When you have Body Dysmorphia

The best days

Are when you call it by it's name

When you shatter the fun house mirror

And for however long, even if fleeting

You win the battle

And see yourself.