People say "love yourself"
like it's an easy task.
Like it only takes one flip of a switch
to not only look away from my biggest flaws
but also to love them.
It's easy in theory.
It's easy when other people love themselves.
It's so simple to push a body positive front,
but when you stand in front of the mirror
wearing something out of your comfort zone,
you start to pick out everything you hate about yourself,
you go back on every word you said,
and it hurts,
but you can't help it.
You can't help but hate every square inch of yourself.
Yearning for peace of mind yet coming so short of it.
YOU ARE READING
Pressed Flowers
PoetryWe are flowers under pressure, shoved into books and told to behave. These juices that flow from my petals end up onto paper, and they are presented to you. These pressed flowers are my childhood, my teenage years, and my life. They are my battle sc...
