I look in the mirror and see my worst fear. The pain The suffering It’s no longer surreal I put my needs last I help others first When I look in the mirror I’m consumed by rage I see a sad girl In a dark lonely world She’s vulnerable She’s weak She’s me I look in the mirror and want to change I see fat And disgust And a babyface I see stretchmarks And scars And pure shame Will anyone ever know my name? Somedays I think I’ll be on the news As the girl who died because she was given a rotten pair of shoes to...