Beautiful Ugly Girl

Pretty Girl

I know that I'm ugly.

But that doesn't bother me.

My mother always tells me:

Your name is Rachel.

Do you who she was, my daughter?

She was the favorite of Jacob's wives,

The beautiful one.

Just like you.

You will always be the most beautiful.

Because you shine from the inside

And nothing on the outside can taint that. 

And I believe her.

I know that my outside looks a little frightening.

I know some people cringe when they see me.

But that does not bother me.

Because they aren't judging who I am,

They're judging what I look like.

And who cares what they think?

When I was little,

I fell into the fire.

My mother screamed and pulled me out,

fearing I was dead.

But I lived.

Now I have many scars.

From my hairline to the bridge of my nose

Is a mass of red scar tissue.

There is more

On my hands

My back

My legs

My chest.

But my scars do not define me.

Once people get to know me, they stop wincing.

Instead,

They laugh when I make fun of myself

And hang out with me.

Not because they have to.

Because they want to. 

I'd rather be ugly and have real friends

Than be gorgeous and have fake ones.