“I forced myself to love how I look like
because people said that it’s fine to feel like you look terrible,
because in someone else’s eyes, you’re the most beautiful
person on earth.
I don’t want to think that way though.
I no longer need anyone to look at me like I’m the prettiest thing.
All I want now is for myself to see the beauty in me,
and that’s the hardest part.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
