The Oblivion

I had trouble looking at the mirror,

Ever since people were obsessed with body shaming.

The image was raw,

With no filters applied.

It was full of life,

Yet I failed to live.

I have been discouraged at the baldness in the side of my forehead.

After all,I forget every time to be proud of my boldness,

Even when they created a brand name,

Out of my flaws.

I was damn strong,

To not allow that brand name to define me.

I have been desperate for thicker eyebrows.

As I failed to remember the days, when I was forming a river full of tears

At night.

While I still managed to open eyes in the morning,

And was ready to encounter the obstacle.

I was displeased at my dark circles.

As I no more think of the days, I worked for my dream.

I have been overused to those chubby cheeks,

It's no longer the prettier cheek in the rhyme,

I once sang happily in the kindergarten.

As I lost sight of the fiery me,

Leaving finger prints on two-faced people.

I have looked at my arms and got offended,

The doors I knocked for opportunities with these strong arms,

Has slipped from my memory.

I have been outraged at my thighs.

I have loss consciousness of the days,

I didn't turn around and run.

But still chose to walk consistently,

To reach my destiny.

I have been in oblivion every time I see the mirror,

Ever since I was obsessed with physical beauty.