I hate what I see. I shouldn't, I know. But I do.
The figure I see in the mirror doesn't reflect an inch of the person I want to be.
Squinty eyes, one slightly larger than the other. Short, boyish eyelashes.
Plain brown.
Owl-looking glasses that only exaggerate this fact.
Dark circles that could go round Saturn and Jupiter, each, at least four times.
Craters dotting every zit I lost a war to.
A mouth slightly too big and lips slightly too wide. They're chapped.
Peach fuzz. Oil. Scabs.
Pale, ill-looking skin. I will never be as tan as the rest.
My teeth, God, my teeth are all kinds of fucked right now.
Yellower than I'd like, gaps where there shouldn't be, teeth chipped here and there more than twice, causing razor sharp blades to slice at my gums. It's a warzone, I tell you.
My hair hangs limply around my face, lifeless and greasy.
Nothing bouncy or fun or delightful about it. Just there.
Lines decorate my neck, signifying the baby fat that used to clump there.
My collarbone juts out like some frail kind of dinosaur.
Flabby arms, dark pits, questionable hands.
Boobs that make people question whether I'm actually a little boy.
A stomach far too fuzzy, bumpy, squishy, pudgy.
Somewhere or another, bite marks and scratches that went a tad too far.
A waistline that I'm told doesn't reflect my heritage, a butt that jiggles no matter what I do.
Stretch marks of all different shades, reds, purples, blues, whites, grays.
I look down at my legs. Too weak. Too hairy. Too thick. Too scarred.
A faded line grazes about three inches of my thigh, an injury attained in a backyard
Bruises pepper up my knees. No clue where they're from, but I seem to attract quite a lot.
Damn my shins, the stubble refuses to leave no matter how many times I hack it down with a blade.
Besides, my skin rewards me by flaking and burning and stinging and bubbling up like a red fire.
My feet, just like the rest of me, are small. Far too veiny. Far too pale.
I turn around once or twice, hoping to magically fall in love with something I overlooked.
It doesn't happen.
I resume my work.
