I weep for their Wretched Beauty

I Weep for their Wretched Beauty

by Hannah Lickey

When the anger swells it cannot be contained and drips from my pores covering me in a sweat of hate, and cocoons myself in self-loathing. Each day it worsens Each failed attempt Every flaw Outstanding! the figure in the mirror is my evil enemy refracted light throwing back at me this atrocious monstrosity of flesh and fat the worthless bag of meat ripping at the seams, stretched and filled to fit the girth of three NORMAL people and so I smash my fist against the mirror watch the blood ooze from my knuckles then smear the broken reflection red. because I know no one could ever love someone over 250 pounds Society has told me and shown me all my life that I am not worthy of love or praise Because of my size Because of my shape Because of my weight The fact is that I am sub human. I am not seen I am not here I am only a bloated corpse that occasionally becomes animated when the hate cannot be contained.