Loving Myself

Loving Myself

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Growing up I would always be the "ugly and dark" friend. Most of my friends were the "pretty and light skin" friends that would always get the niggas. Whenever my friends and I would go someplace they would be the first ones to get hit on. I would feel like the ghost that nobodies see. I've never accused my friends because it's not their fault. It's not their fault that we live in a world where the darker the skin the uglier you are. Of course, my parents and friends would say that I'm pretty but I want a man to look in my eyes and call me gorgeous. I want to be love. And I never felt that until I met Marcel.
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-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.

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