I hate myself.
All around me I see perfect people.
All around me I see people staring.
I wonder what it feels like to have a skinny perfect body.
I wonder how it feels like to wear small yet loose shirts.
I wonder what it feels like to fit in everything.
But most of all,
I wonder how it feels like to be loved by someone special.
I try my best to stay patient,
But everyday I'm losing hope.
I wonder what it feels like to be loved truly without having to change who I am...
