Body dysmorphia is a hell of a master.
The lens that masks your eyes breaking you from the inside.
It alters your mind and beats you down.
But you must fight.
You can’t let the monster win.
Who knew the weapon against what crushes your soul is a miniature version of yourself?
One that loves everything about you.
One that’s honest to a fault.
So when she tells you “you’re beautiful,”
Believe it.
Because the world hasn’t destroyed her yet.
She loves you with all her being.
You grew her inside of you.
Sacrificed your body and mind to bring her into this world.
Believe her when she looks at you and thinks you’re perfect.
