You always here the expression
That was the final straw
But what was the first straw?
For me it was third grade
I was told I wasn't pretty by one of my best friends
It hurt
I tried changing my appearance
As much as a third grader can
I pierced my ears
I cut my hair
I changed my style of clothing
She said I was prettier this way
I didn't believe her though
I wasn't satisfied
I needed to change more
And that was the first straw
YOU ARE READING
The lies we tell our selves
PoetryWarning this contains deep subjects (self harm, abuse, assault, eating disorders, self deprecation) if you are easily triggered please do not read I am writing this for me to get my shit off my chest so just come along for the ride
