letters to a girl

chapter 5

chapter 5.
the exposure of an identity.

dear beauty;-

you didn't do hate, no lie. but there was one thing you utterly despised. you. you hated your brown eyes, hated how dull they were. you hated how chubby your cheeks were, how they made you seem like a potato.

you hated how your nose bridge was huge, hated how it felt taller than pinocchio's. pou hate how big your bottom lip was in comparison to your upper one, how they seemed to swallow your whole face. you hated how curly your hair was, how it covered your face like an afro. you hated your brown hair, how plain it was.

you hated your fat arms, how they seemed like mozzarella cheese sticks on both sides. you hated how stacked up your stomach was, hated how it seemed like burgers held togather. people called them love handles, oh how pathetic. you hated how pale your skin was, how no matter how long you stay in the sun you won't get a tan.

you hated how bony your fingers were, how they seemed like a skeleton. you hated how you didn't have a thigh gap. hated how you didn't have cheek bones. but you knew they were there, just hidden behind fucking cheek fat. hated how you didn't have an ideal body shape. hated how you didn't clear skin. hated how you couldn't be like other girls. hated, hated, hated.

but you didn't realise the good things. how your dimples were so cute. how when you tied your hair in a high ponytail you'd look smart. how your genuine smile could literally lighten up anyone's day. how your so called non-skinny figure made you look cute. how you had perfect curves in all the right places. how your shiny eyes that showed your feelings through. how you were so fucking perfect.

i envied you. i hated how perfect you were. how people would compare me to you all the time. how i always seemed like the second best option. i hated you so much.

but then i realised we're all beautiful in our own way. how we all have our imperfections. yet those where what made us perfect.