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in the mirror
Contributed by
ml03
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Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 12:16:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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you say i'm so beautiful like i'm perfect you act like thats all that matters that its what makes life life and you can't understand why i'd want to change or all the insecurities you just can't comprehend
i look in the mirror see every last inperfection notice every flaw that isn't even there i turn to the side to see if my stomach sticks out am i gettin' fat it does i suck it in let lil out till i see what i want am i becomin' aneroxic i think its just disstorted no one even listens they think its all a joke but its not i think my stomach is gettin' big but i know i'm not fat but it look that way when i look in the mirror
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Re: in the mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cobalt on
Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 12:21:58 AM AEST (User
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Yes, we are hardest on ourselves. I have found it is just better to ignore what I think of myself to a point and listen to others to a point... Good write. |
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Re: in the mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by desertrose on
Saturday, 13th December 2003 @ 03:09:17 PM AEST (User
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I was down that path as a teen I almost died to :(
Rose
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Re: in the mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on
Tuesday, 13th January 2004 @ 03:14:41 AM AEST (User
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I liked this. It made me realise how polite we all are to eachother and how hard we are on ourselves (at least you women are........on yourselves at least)
But the real problem is Satan in the form of the "Beauty Product Industry" nagging away at you all the time.
Excuse me while I go and write a nasty poem about them
bob |
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