Body Of Me
Dear Body of Me,
I hate saying that, because more than anything I wish that you weren't my body. I wish you belonged to a criminal, or some horrible person who's done something terrible; somebody who understandably deserves such a horrible physical appearance such as you. Every few hours I look into a mirror, hoping that what I always see has changed, faltered in any way. And every few hours I cringe, shiver in disgust, or look away before I have a chance to react. How could you betray me like this? Every particle of you is fat, cholesterol and sugar and I can't stand it! …
