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I walk into my sister's room

And look in her full-length mirror

I don't have one in my room anymore

And I pick out each nuance, each perfect detail

Every one must be removed

The stretch marks do not belong

I know it is because I was once little

And I have now grown big and strong

I am not a child anymore

But it must be removed

The world cannot know about my past

Unless I let them into my soul

And allow them to see for themselves

My belly is too full;

For I have eaten too much good food.

I have filled my stomach with an excessive amount of love and care

And to my eyes, that is unacceptable

The time I have spent with my family

Cherishing each moment and memory

Throw it all away

My brain cannot handle the pressure of the world

telling my body to regurgitate every sweet sacrifice my loved ones have made for me

And how that makes me whole.

A whole human–a nuanced being.