By Lila Weis, TIWP Student

I stand there looking in the mirror when you call to me.

You watch me,

try your hardest to tempt me.

I don’t crack.

You want me to change myself.

You want me to edit the way I look. 

You want me to look in the camera while a face I don’t even recognize is on top of mine.

Is that me?

Is that what you see of me?

Is that what people want me to look like? 

Dark red lipstick.

Long eyelashes.

Skinnier body.

Tinier nose.

You make me feel terrible about myself.

You are a deprecating killer.

You know what you are.