I'm ugly not in the way others see me but how the mirror reflects back at me. I don't put on the smile everyone else sees. All I see is tear stained eyes wondering when will be the last night, of my life. Steady now my body shaking as I see the scars all over me. Not the stretch marks or the old physical wounds. No this is something deeper inside of me. Memories of all the words running through my head all at once. Fat. Ugly. Monster… unwanted... but these do not define me. I am the only one with that power to see what I am. The true ugliness is not me but this world's perceptions on what is freedom of speech or just plain ugly. I'm beauty embodied for I have felt the pain of feeling ugly.
