Wish I were one of them - one of the beautiful women above.
It's so easy for people to say " You don't have to look like the models in magazines. You're beautiful just the way you are. "
I've heard that phrase a million times, and I've fallen for it plenty of times, too - only to be left with disappointment in the end.
When people make eye contact with me, they don't stare at me...
They stare at my imperfections.
I've tried to accept myself, but I can't do it.
My mirror is my enemy.
I'm not that girl with the pretty natural curls, soft and beautiful skin, and a perfect sized rear.
I'm not that girl with hair that hangs all the way down her back.
I'm not that girl with a perfectly flat stomach.
I'm not that girl with amazing cheekbones, pink lips, and dreamy eyes you could get lost in.
I'm the oddly shaped girl with a chubby face, a stomach that pokes out, arms that resemble sticks, small ears, a baby's voice, incredibly thick hair, and hundreds of horrible sores and scars from the past.
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Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
