beaten, broken, black and blue by Anoushka Swaminathan (California)

[Content warning: self hatred, scars, body dysmorphia, intentional starving]

​I avoid mirrors now, say some with their scars, but 
​I crave mirrors, so I can feel pretty when I maybe am (when I don’t anywhere else)
​I crave mirrors, so I can look and have someone actually look back 

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I crave mirrors, so I can suck in my stomach and watch it sink 
I crave mirrors, so I can apply my clown paint and make sure it covers up my ugly (my everything)
I crave mirrors, so I can ensure that I don’t forget what I am- twisted, swollen
(broken mirrors ​reflect me most accurately)​