I stand in front of the full-length mirror
Hugging my cold body
My gaunt, sick body
My hip-bones prominent
My ribs visible
My skin ashen
The one thing that stands out
My wound
Deep and a bit red
So painful at times
My eyes move upward
To my breasts
They were once ripe
Now they look dead
My face
Oh God, my face!
So much life is gone
My eyes look starved
My hair makes me look even more gaunt
I finally realize
That I need to gain at least
Fifteen more pounds
**I wrote this out of frustration. I lost so much weight from being in the hospital that now I just look so gaunt. I feel so ugly right now, and this was a way for me to vent.**
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