Distorted
As I walk through the hallway something catches my eye. I step back to see what it is. The reflection in the mirror is one that I find some familiarity in but do not recognize as my own. The image looking back at me brings tears to my eyes. Who is this? When did I become this? What Others See What I see I know that I am overweight, but why is my view so distorted? Why is what I see not what is actually there? I feel like I am in a funhouse. When speaking to a friend, I realized how common this is. I think it is just more of the devil's lies. How can I expect anyone else to love me and see me as I am if I am not able to? I find that the only way to combat the lies is with truth. The truth: 1. I don't think that other women that are overweight are ugly. Why am I more harsh on myself? There should be some accountability but I can not have unrealistic and unfair expectations. 2. It is a distortion. A lie. I am overweight but I am not what I see in the mirror.