Hating How You Look

Body dysmorphic disorder and telling the universe why you’re beautiful.

Photo by Elisa Ph. on Unsplash

I don’t look up. I don’t make eye contact.

I keep my head down, avoiding what’s in front of me. What’s waiting for me. The person moves as I move. Breathes as I breathe.

I see hands washing, twisting amongst foam and water, trying to clean away grime and…