Many things come to mind when I see a picture of myself.

First and foremost, the what was I thinking phase.

Next comes the realization of where I was.

Finally, the reality stage.

The reality stage when you see a photograph of yourself is the worst. 

You can't help but pick out the minute flaws in your features, or bag on yourself.

You see everything wrong, and can't help but cry.

You see the figure flaws, the awkward bent knees and the unproportional legs.
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You see everything.

Worst part?

You see yourself. 

Your personality. 

Your hopes.

Your dreams.

But the hardest part, is when you see a photo, is seeing your failures. 

Things I've heard throughout the years circle my mind, and haunt me with every back glance.

Gorgeous.

Parents, friends and family tell me I am.

What do I believe?

I'm not.

Brilliant.

Yet another characteristic I supposedly possess.

Truth?

I can barely pass 9th grade English.

The one that sticks in my mind the most though, is the most truthful.

Bitch.

I've been called it on so many occasions, I pretend it doesn't hurt me.

Truthfully, it does.

It's scarred upon my heart and soul, a brand upon my name that everyone knows.