I wish everything was ugly
So the ugly ones wouldn’t envy the pretty ones.
Is hating yourself bad?
I hate myself.
I hate the way every picture of me
turns out to be disappointing.
I hate that I’m not pretty enough.
I had this obsession with fair skin,
even from childhood.
They made me feel different;
they saw me differently.
One so-called friend held my hand
and said it looked like a boy’s hand.
Another told me I'm too skinny
to be considered a girl.
These might be just words for them,
but for me, they create a lifetime of insecurity.
Loving myself is hard when I hate myself
to the core.
They say beauty with brains is more attractive;
I don’t have that either.
Everything I do ends up...