And there i stare at the reflection of mirror
Reflecting the fat of mine
Wondering if it's me or the world that needs a mirror
Tall or short
Fat or skinny
Fair or dark
Does it really make a differance?
How does the fat of mine changes the depths of my soul ?
Is it the fat on my body
Or the smoke in there eyes , that prevents them to see the real me
The fog which makes you see only in one dimension
The fog through which only fair, hour glass bodies are respected
The fog which decides the critirea of being beautiful..
Here I stand in front of a mirror
Wondering what's wrong
The FAT or the FOG..!!
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FIGHT WITHIN
General Fiction"The mirror scattered on the ground The broken pieces reflecting the broken me .. However hard i tried i failed Failed to fit myself in.. Picking a broken piece i thought Maybe this was my end.... " Ladies and gentleman, if your looking for a damse...
