Hating and Loving

Swetha Rajagopal

When I look in the mirror, 

I see me,

an unpersonable blob.

I am not,

A beautiful warrior.

What do these stretch marks make me?

A ripped-up monster.

I am NOT,

And I repeat,

I am NOT skinny.

Nope, nope, nope.

Is that really so bad?

Yes, yes, yes.

I see those bulky thighs,

Bumps and lumps everywhere,

I can see it

Who cares if

They are ugly.

Yet

Nobody really knows me.

But

People’s comments?

The ugliest.

Hating myself is

 the only way to live.

Self-love is 

Not survival.

Criticism is

The only way to look at myself.