i have those days.
those days i love my body.
those days the light falls on my skin just right.
those days my clothes fit how i want them to.
those days my eyes don't seem too far apart.
those days my hair isn't sunk in oil.
they don't happen too often anymore,
but i love it when they do.
but then i have the other days.
the days i see pretty girls at school and start doubting everything about myself.
the days i get all dressed up and still look ugly,
like i am faking it.
the days i feel peoples eyes stare me down with judgement.
but,
no one's staring.
it's all in my mind - my own worst enemy.
feeling like my outside doesn't match my insides.
this comparison is constantly eating me up,
even on those days.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
