I lay on the floor, My bathroom tiles cold, My hands pained me over and over, But there was no one

to hold.

My fingers now felt numb, Yet they still clutched the nail, My wrists covered in marks, All I could see was the word fail.

I pushed myself off the ground, My eyes brimming with tears, I wanted nothing more than to smash the mirror and my fears.

For I hated the image on the glass, The balloon stomach and the huge hips, The small eyes hidden behind the spectacles, The tiny hair over my lips.

But I knew I must go on, Face the world for I was brave, My appearance didnt matter

And I wanted everything in life I crave.