I look down and open my eyes, allowing the water to pour over my head down to my face. All I can see is my naked, emaciated body. My body is beautifully ugly. I look past my perfections and see everything I hate. I look past the glowing, pearly white skin and past the healthy curves of my legs and muscle because I decide to concentrate more on my oversized feet and huge pelvic bones. When all my books and stationary are colour coded and when my to-do list is in alphabetical order I feel calm. When I do not know what is going on I get frustrated. When I do not know how to control something I get even more frustrated and being frustrated makes me even more frustrated. …show more content…
I start to chafe it onto my body. Every day I do the same routine: scrub all the toxins away. Scrub away all the pain I felt today. Scrub away all the hatred I expressed today. Scrub away all the jealousy that brewed inside me today. Scrub away all the destruction I did today. Attempting to scrub away the inner war I constantly fight. With the palm of my hand I feel my legs, feel the smooth, soft, moist skin and get inner satisfaction. I look down again and see how red and flamed my pearly white skin