I Hate It Here

I hate it here in my textured thighs 

How the fat crumples up and creates hills and holes

When I sit

I hate it here in my flabby arms

How they aren’t toned unless I flex my non-existing muscles 

Because of my non-existing urge to exercise 

I hate it here in my profound stomach 

That turns into skin-colored waves 

Whenever I bend over

The hate I have for the flaws in my body 

Do not compare to the hate I have

For the chemical imbalance in my head

I hate it here in my stupid brain 

That tells me what to shove in my mouth 

And when to do so

I hate how I don’t look at a trendmill as something used to self-improve

Rather to self-transform 

I hate how I see things different from everyone around me

I hate not because of my body

But because of my manipulated mind