Mirror on the wall 2

‘You could do better slimmer’
She touches the pouch that is her tummy
A tight grip hoping to cut it off with one twist
She stares at the cut reminding her she’s a mother
She wants to feel better, that makes her feel better
She wants to have that good after child birth body
She wants her before child birth body
The one he first saw her in when he met her
She tries her first attempt at the gym with hope
He says she isn’t doing enough for her body
“You eat too much” “Don’t add anymore to your plate”
She stares in the mirror, clutching at her stomach...

‘Your thighs are too big’
She runs her palms on one thigh
Tries to pull them apart to tear out some skin
She pulls and pulls, nothing, only pain
She remembers how flirtery they were before
She wore clothes that defined the curves
It made her happy inside for a minute
“Your thighs are heavy” “ I can’t penetrate fully”
She tries to tear it once more, the mirror looks on...

‘You are too big’
She twirls to have a complete view
Her chest feels heavy, her heart frail
She touches the mirror with her palm
And breaks down in tears, drop after drop
She shuts her eyes for a minute, long enough
“You are just lazy” “Why are you sleeping”
“Find something to do” “You are no longer attractive”
“You must slim down” “Your stomach is too big”
Her ears begin to burn, her head begins to ache
She stares back in the mirror to say something
She wants to defend herself and her body
Her words are choked in the throat
Again he wins the battle, she is to blame.