She looked at herself in the mirror, hating what she saw. What she saw was beautiful though, it was beautiful because it was hers. She hated her hair that was as fine and silky as the satin ribbon she tied her hair back with as a kid. She hated her eyes that looked like the Caribbean Sea, the greens and blues overlapping and dancing together in their own dance that only they knew the steps to. She hated her stomach that stuck out ever-so-slightly. She hated her thighs that spread out a little when she sat down. She hated the scars that traveled up and down her arms and hips, where the skin of her stomach and her legs met, from nights crying alone in her apartment due to mental breakdowns. She hated her legs, that made her taller than average but at least she could see at concerts. She hated her stance, a little slouched over from hours upon hours of working on her writing. She hated her voice, she thought it sounded like a teenage guy when in reality it was as smooth and beautiful as glass. She hated everything about herself, but she was the envy of everyone. While she hated her hair, many others spent hours in the salon trying to look like her. While she hated her eyes, others wore colored contacts to have that color. While she hated her stomach, other girls were starving themselves and wished they didn't because of her. While she hated her thighs, others were jealous because she didn't get comments like "you need to put more meat on your bones". While she hated her scars, they were proof of hr past battles with herself. While she hated her legs, other people have to get on each other's shoulders to see at concerts. While she hated her stance, others were jealous she loved her work that much. While she hated her voice, others loved just listening to it. While she hated everything about herself, others thought those were her best attributes.
