I never liked my nose
It's too long and kinda fat and kinda wonky
But I've always loved my nose
It's my papa's, who told me that
hay is for horses
And would pick up pine cones behind his house
I never liked my eyes
One is bigger than the other
And they aren't as bright as all the other pretty girls
But I've always loved my eyes
They're my mothers
And they're like the ocean
Dark with a ring of green around the pupils
I never liked my smile
It's awkward
And my teeth aren't exactly even
But I've always loved my smile
It's genuine
And unique
I've never liked my hair
It never does what I want
And has an awkward curl at the end like a 60's house mother
And it gets oily way to fast
But I've always loved my hair
It's my fathers
And it's warm and golden in the sun
I've never liked my body
It's short
And sometimes I slouch
Sometimes I am told I'm too skinny for words but then my stomach is puffy some days
And I'm always cold
And pale
But I've always loved my body
It's comfortable
I've never liked myself
I'm too quiet
And seem boring
And I'm lazy
But I've always loved myself
I'm creative
And optimistic
And a hard worker
And patient
And kind
And beautifulYou may not always like yourself, but you can always love yourself.
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Opus
PoetryIn which a once optimistic teenager releases her feelings through rants, short stories, and horrible poetry. A hopeless opus.