Poetry 3.5

Mirror mirror

Walk in the bathroom what do you see
A bath a sink a full body sized miror in between
Ignore it all as you strip
Get ready to climb for that end of day shower
Catch that unwanted glimpse
Feel the hatred stir within
Lumpy cellulite thighs
Folds in the back
A stomach that hangs forward
There’s a moment when you question yourself
“oh my god is that me?”