I hate the way I look. My stomach isn't flat enough, my waist isn't small enough, my butt isn't big enough, I'm not pretty enough, I'm not short enough, will I ever be enough? When I look in the mirror I see that this is to small, this is to big, and this jiggles a lot.
When I look in the mirror I want to change, will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough so that when he looks at me he won't feel disgusted, will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough so then she doesn't laugh and nit-pick at every imperfection I hid underneath the surface of my clothes, will I ever be enough?
Will I ever be enough so when I look in the mirror I won't want to change my body or how I look, Will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough to see the beauty that I hold that dose not go beyond skin deep, will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough so when I look in the mirror I say WOW! I am as beautiful on the outside as much as on the inside,
Will I ever be enough?
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Will I Ever Be Enough
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote about my body issues and how I saw myself I just want to let people know their not alone.
