Body dysmorphia - poem

It must be a nightmare

This CANT be real

I catch another glimpse of my reflection

There must be a mistake 

Please don’t say that’s me 

My hands begin to shake. 

I can’t look like that

Overflowing my clothes

Tree trunks of legs

Even swollen toes. 

That can’t be my stomach

That rolls when I bend

Or my face so puffy and rounded 

Too far gone to amend. 

Please say they’re not my arms

That bulge from my sleeves

And the hips that are covered in fat

Are not as disgusting as perceived. 

I pray that’s not accurate 

And I don’t look that disgusting 

But I know, it’s real, true, me

And I’d rather be nothing.