she stares in the mirror
and continues her routine
twist, turn, suck in, breath out
it's an endless cycle
of picking and poking
of grabbing and stretching
of discouraging eyes
and judging thoughts
of tears and whimpers
of debating whether or not quitting is worth it
she looks at herself and thinks:
"am i ever going to be happy?
am i ever going to love myself?
am i ever going to be confident?
why can't i stop?
what do i do?"