Chapter 4
I looked in the mirror today, and for the first time I didn't hate what I saw.
I tried to look past the flaws I always see.
To the beauty everyone else says they see.
Could I really be considered beautiful?
I look down at my stomach, and see fat.
I look at my face, and see a double chin.
My hips are big.
My butt is well huge.
My thighs nolonger have a gap between them.
My boobs well no complaints there I guess.
My eyes are amazing.
They hold so much mystery.
My smile well I don't smile.
My teeth are crooked.
I am not perfect.
So could someone like me ever be beautiful?
I hear all the time how great I am.
How beautiful I am.
Why can't I see it?
Why do I hate myself so much?
Why do I feel like nothing?
I ask myself these questions over and over, but I never come up with an answer.
I'm tired of feeling like nothing.
I have someone that loves me.
I have amazing friends why can't I be happy?
Is something wrong with me?
Am I broken?
Can I be fixed?
Do I want to be fixed?
I guess that's the question.
