After always comparing myself to the next beauty and in my eyes, everyone was more prettier then me; skinnier then me and in all gorgeous.
Yes boys always tried to get with me but my insecurities got the best of me so much that I was convinced I'll get hurt. And I'm still a little scared.
Until the morning I woke up just happy, grateful and full of positivity and good will. It wasn't till I looked at myself and compared me to the old me. The one before the insecurities and before the fat gain.
I'm not going to be the most beautiful girl you see. Now or in the future. There'll always be a better vision, of a better looking, smelling, talking, loving and whatever else you want to add- then me.
But let me teach you something, and read this over if you must. Read this to yourself if it help's you or someone that you think needs it more.
Yes my boo/bae/babe, I know I'm fat. But I love my curved body, my fat cheeks, my full face, thick thighs and my fat pack, I'm no second hand toy, hell you couldn't afford me; so you can keep that shit that comes from your mouth, cause I love myself enough to know that I don't need you in my life to live it.
And I hope you realise what you could've had, because that's the closes you'll ever get to it.
YOU ARE READING
Scriptures of my heart
PoezjaThis is real feelings involved, not completely, something made up but a way to escape and to know you not alone, maybe not word for word but you understand and you realize, maybe sometimes you have it better.
