I’m okay,
I silently repeat,
Over and over again,
telling myself, I don’t care,
Trying to make myself not think,
Sometimes I can’t help it though,
How come I’m never enough?
The scars on my thighs and wrist suddenly shining brighter than most things people know me for.

I think often times my own fiancé, even questions why I’m insecure,
Mostly his POV is “she’s so beautiful”,
Her smile brightens my day,
I know she’s hurting, but I just wish I can take it all the way.

I hide my face when someone tries to take a picture of me,
I Drown myself in make up,
To try and get my flaws to go away.
Nothing seems to work though.
What more can I do to try to be pretty?

My thighs are too big,
My arms are a little fat,
My feet are chubby.


I don’t think I’m enough because there’s rolls on my body in places...