It's hard.
I hate hearing the word beautiful.
It doesn't make compromises.
Beauty isn't defined, but people still
judge everyone.
They judge your weight
and appearance.
It's hard
when you're standing in front
of the mirror
pointing out all your flaws.
Beauty is just an ideal
that people made up in their
eyes.
It isn't real.
It's hard to look at your
fat
and resist the challenge
to take the scissors and cut it off.
When people
look at you in disgust.
So think when you call someone names.
Fat.
Slut.
Bitch.
Skinny.
Ugly.
Poor.
Trash.
I'm never good enough.
