Look in the mirror.
Who do you see?
Do you see yourself?
Do you see your parents?
Your brother or sister?
Do you see your friends, standing around you?
Or do you just see yourself?
I used to see myself.
I used to look in the mirror,
and see the truth.
Not good or bad,
just true.
I saw, plain as day,
the length of my hair falling over my shoulders
and the green of my eyes, lost sometimes in the gray.
I saw my mouth and my nose and my chin,
and my face as a whole.
Not good or bad,
just true.
I saw the length of my neck
and the breadth of my shoulders,
the collarbone always pronounced.
I saw the swell of my breasts
and my wide ribs that moved when I breathed
and my stomach rounding down
with the bellybutton right in the middle.
I saw the curve of hips and my thighs,
the length of my legs
with the knees looking funny
as they always do,
and feet with nice toes that weren’t too big.
Not good or bad,
just true.
Today,
I don’t see myself in the mirror anymore.
I see everything that isn’t there,
or the things that are there but too much.
I don’t notice my hair or my eyes,
except when I’m in a really good mood.
I don’t remember the good things behind the facade,
I obsess over details.
Not good,
Bad,
and true.
Only not really true.
But it’s hard to disbelieve an irrational truth.
I try not to look at mirrors much, anymore.
Slightly Ignorant 
a great poem , fluent and coherent.
This is wonderful but a bit sad. I’m hoping all is well with you.
A cool poem.
But what you see in the mirror will always be biased.
still, enjoyed the read
Poignant, Em. Insightful. The fact that you’ve seen, and recognized true, means that you now know it exists–you can’t deny it. Truth isn’t always pretty, but it can certainly be beautiful. :^)
Em,
Sweetie, this poem is beautiful, yet very sad. I cried. I cried because I know what you must be going through is hell. I know that what you see isn’t what others see, and it has to be such a struggle. I cried because I know you are a great person, with so much potential and inner-beauty. I hope you know that.
M.
i can relate to this
your line:
I saw the length of my neck
and the breadth of my shoulders,
the collarbone always pronounced.
i’m always so aware of these in myself, i always catch myself staring at the reflection in the mirror at these parts on myself
i’m not sure why, my collarbone is also pronounced and i feel i have a long neck
your words touched my heart and i feel like i am so close to you xo