Body dysmorphia

Sometimes it like looking at a picture of your self but one not drawn by you. Instead of it being comprised of your usual brush strokes, your usual colour pallet, it’s just slightly off the mark- Like a really good knock off.

When you look at the whole image you know it’s clearly you, but separately each bit seems foreign.

You run your finger across your lips.. did they always have this lumpy bit on one side?

You stare into your eyes and examine how your eyelids fold under your brow… They can’t possibly be this puffy normally can they?

Your under eyes seem different.. You can’t pick how, but they just seem different.

Your skin tone has taken on a different hue.

Your cheeks once boasted a splash of healthy pink, now overtaken by irritated red patches.

Nothing looks exactly like it’s yours.

In the absence of your mirror, or the absence of even just a pinch of logic and reasoning, you would surely protest that this image could ever be you… well, at least not the true you- you’d accept that maybe it was just a knock off, a forged attempt, painted by some other hand instead.