Quick to repell
Quick to regret
I am slower to love
Than I am to disgust
Photos, reflections, and memories
Both in my phone and behind my eyes
Distorts and dysmorphs
In effect
As if it's a funny filter
That's not funny at all
Makes me forget to filter
My own self hatred
Remind me that
I can only love, in protest
That I can only self sooth,
In retrospect
Quick to repell
Quicker to regret
I might be slower to love
But I always get there, in the end
To my beauty, my body, and self respect.
B. S.
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