The Pain of a Smile
He stood there, water cascading down his face. Was it from the shower head or was it from his blood-shot eyes? As he heard the water droplets hit the floor, he is reminded of the undesirable curves that the water trickles down. A body which would be perfect, for a female. His much to large chest is a reminder of the sin of gluttony he is so guilty of. His arms are large but not in muscle but fat. The mountain on his lower torso which only grows in layers as he advances in age. The hair which grows everywhere is as dark as the thoughts he has when he tries to imagine his own image as “beautiful”. Worse still, he is constantly reminded of his scars inside by the scars on his face. Not a smooth surface but one torn from all the pain he’s been through throughout his short life. Some may say that he’s not half bad but he can’t accept that. He was born with the mindset of wanting nothing but perfection. Some say that he already has everything but when he looks in the mirror every