Some days I hate myself.
I hate who I see when I stare in the mirror
I say to myself, “If I just lost a little weight, I’d love myself.”
I pick apart my flaws and I pray that by morning I’ll be pretty
Growing up I was deemed “the ugly sibling” and I’ve been scarred ever since
It doesn’t make sense that now I have so many people telling me I’m beautiful
And still… I hate my relflection
I want to look like her…
You know? The girls with the pretty teeth, clear skin and amazing figures
Some days I love myself.
I love who I see when I stare in the mirror
I say to myself, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I say my affirmations and I walk with my head held high
I realize, I don’t need to look like her
I stop picking apart my flaws
And those voices from my childhood are no longer relevant
Some days I want to change everything about myself and I’m learning that’s ok
I’m on a journey and at times it’s messy along the way
Whether I choose to change or stay the same, I’m learning to love who I am.