When I have my tight jeans, favourite t-shirt and hoodie on.
And of course make-up.
I feel cute.
I forget what I have become.
So, when I get home
And wipe away the make-up.
All I see..
Are my Fat cheeks
My chuppy cheeks.
My big ass nose
And the non existent jawline that I have.
And if course
My tired eyes.
I refuse to go to shower.
I know I have to
And I will eventually go.
(I refuse to be embarrassment
Regards to that).
But every time I do,
Every time I take of my clothes
All I see is what I have become.
Saggy boobs and disgusting belly and thighs.
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My Melancholic Thoughts
RandomPoems and thoughts I have made either now or years ago. Mostly about my depression.
