I could say so much about myself.
I could write a giant list.
I'll give you a small one of things I hate about myself:
-My hair
-My eyes
-My mouth
-My nose
-My ears
-My teeth
-My acne
-The shape of my face
-My neck
-My collarbones
-My breasts
-My stomach
-My stretch marks
-My back
-My whole torso that's way too fat
-My bottom
-My legs
-My fat thighs
-My calves
-My feet
-My whole lower body that's too fat
-My stretch marked saggy arms
-My scars littered all over my body
-My voice
-My personality
E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G
Throughout my childhood I was screamed at about everything that's wrong with me.
Picked on because of my flaws.
Hell I basically am a big, giant flaw.
I was never told the good things about me.
So I believed them.
It just had to be true.
Until I met her and became her girlfriend did I get told just how beautiful I am.
How amazing and incredible I truly am.
How perfect..I was.
I was finally being told the truth after so long of hateful lying bullshit.
Oh man at the start I didn't believe it.
But I'm getting better, I'm starting to accept me for who I really am.
It's funny how we believe lies more than the truth.
It's funny how we'd rather the lie than the truth.
But not me, not anymore.
