Every day I see so many beautiful people,
countless stunning faces and bodies.
Dazzling eyes of blue,
green,
hazel,
and grey.
Bright hair colored every hue of the rainbow,
bouncy natural curls,
gorgeous flowing straight locks,
and everything else in between.
How I love seeing all the different colors of skin--
it's all so beautiful.
Girls both thick and thin,
boys both muscular and not,
and all nonbinary people--
how gorgeous all of you are!
And though I say this, I then look at myself and think:
Wow, they're so attractive, so beautiful
and I...
I'm not.
How is it that every feature but my own is beautiful?
Why can't I see beauty in myself?
How is it so easy to love everyone else but myself?
Why is love easily given away but not received?
Because all I can see are my flaws.
I suppose this feature is not unique to me,
though I have yet to meet those who understand--
that is, except for you, dear boyfriend.
With your view unskewed,
you see the beauty in me that I cannot.
How?
I just don't understand.
My monsters won't let me believe you,
though I desperately want to.
I don't want to hate myself, you see,
I just do.
For so long I've wanted to see myself as beautiful--
as someone worthy of love and kindness--
but it's so difficult, so difficult (nearly impossible).
Please, someone teach me how to love myself,
teach me to embrace my flaws,
teach me to see the beauty in me that I see in others.
Because every day I see so many beautiful people, and in my mind,
I'm not one of them.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
