I am not pretty
I was born cute and adorable.
Having a beautiful smile like my mother.
And believing that what was important was on the inside.
I was content with who I was
But I made the mistake of turning my eyes to the tv screen
Because what I saw was a whole different scene as reality sinked in
Beauty wasn't about who you where but how you looked.
As my mind got flooded with world standards
I was no longer content with my image
Turning away from my reflection
As I reflected on the images flashing around me
Opened me to a new reality and so I now believe
Actually I know
I'm not pretty
I tried so hard to lose weight but all I did was lose my will to live
Because what was the point of struggling to get to a point I could never reach.
All I got was two sizes smaller which was nothing compared to the worlds standard of beauty
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A Larger View On Life
LosoweLetters only start to make sense when you put them together. Words mean so much more when put into sentences. A story is a collection of those sentences. Thoughts & Poetry
