I lied. This writing is my therapy...and tonight I need it.
It hurts in the same spot it did when I was little. Right in the pit of your stomach. The spot you hate the most.
Except when you were little, you were innocent. They were just words, that you could shake off. Now, it sits in the back of your mind. The words echo in your mind. All of it. And you believe them. You believe you're ugly, and fat, and stupid, and ugly.
And you've known you were different since you were little. Constantly an outcast. And now, now it really pays off.
Now, it's not just you thinking about your flaws. Everything imperfect. It's other people too, confirming your worst suspicions.
And now...looking in the mirror...everything comes together. Everything you hate on the outside...now you can hear the words replaying on the inside.
And it's something you're gonna have to deal with.
Because there are some people that see beauty in what you see so many flaws in.
There are some people who need you.
Even though the hurt won't go away.
Even though you are always going to be the person you hate most
People love you.
Live for those people
Don't let them go...
Love,
Anna
