Dysmorphia

My forehead was too big

My chin was too pointy

My jaw was too strong

My nose was too bulbous

And yet they still called me beautiful

My eyes were too close together

My lips were too narrow

My skin was dotted with acne scars

And yet they still called me beautiful

My arms were too flabby

My breasts were too small

My stomach too massive

And yet they still called me beautiful

My butt was weirdly dented

My thighs were too thin

My calves were too muscular

And yet they still called me beautiful

When I look in the mirror, I never know what to expect

Will my hair fall limp and straggly, or will my lips be perfectly plump?

Will my eyebrows be shapely, or manly?

Will my mascara outline every thick eyelash, or will it dry in clumps?

I never know if I’ll see myself well or badly

Because my brain won’t let me see myself

Perfect