I glanced in the mirror this morning
And burst into tears.
I have never had a visceral hatred
Of my appearance.
Oh, my sisters, I did not understand.
If you live with self-loathing every day,
How can you bear that weight?
Can I build you up so you release the burden,
So that you like yourself, in and out?
Oh, my sisters, I do not know.
This pain is too deep for me.
You bear it, Jesus,
For my sisters and me.
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