I've never done that before.
I mean, loving myself. It's like the hardest thing I've ever tried to do. And I really did, I really tried. One time, I even looked at my body in the mirror and liked it. I liked the way I looked. The way my body was forming an hourglass. I loved the shape of my legs and my shining eyes. They're brown like the earth or a fertile soil. They pierce your heart and make you feel something. That's why I adored them. But I just couldn't love myself. Be beautiful and stop comparing myself to the other girls. I wanna be free and strong and all the adjectives you use to describe a brave person. However I just couldn't forget the way I treated my body and the scars I left on it. I'm sorry, I really tried.
But it was so overwhelming.
VOUS LISEZ
Nymphéas
PoetryMes lettres d'adieux, pareilles à des nymphéas fragiles posés sur l'eau calme des étangs de Giverny.