First write

I used to actually be okay.

I used to believe myself when I said I didn't care about the way I looked,

Or how much I weighed.

I used to smile at the woman in the mirror,

And be proud of the person she had become.

But one day,

I looked in the mirror too long.

I picked out every flaw with my body.

Every pimple, every scar, every imperfection.

I made myself feel worthless.

I sat there for hours,

Crying,

Drowning in self inflicted hatred.

For the first time in a long time,

I stopped lying to myself.