This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Delaware chapter.
One look and I tell
Myself all the things I hate
my arms are too big
My skin is all raised
In the spots I was itchy
From medical things
My body’s messed up
From the non-stop meds I take
am and pm
Am I a disgrace?
They are healing my insides
Let’s breathe and retrace
I have a disease
That much is clear, so my mind
is on overdrive
Let’s rethink this thought
The pain is temporary
I’ll fight it indeed
With healing comes hurt
Turn away from the mirror
Choose kindness instead