I want to change it all

I hate mirrors, car windows as I walk past, a big shiny glass front shop, if it reflects, get it away from me please. I can't bare it, every second of every day spent thinking about my body. please god let it change, this haunting disease controls my brain, to no end. I hate mirrors, but at the same time, I'll stare longingly for hours into any shiny surface, analysing my body to the last pound.