I look in the mirror and I hate what’s staring back
Disgust, I pick at my face
I pinch and pull the fat around my waist
my face is too big
I always look tired
I’m not thin
my hair needs to be straight
why can’t it just be straight?!
my smile is weird, it looks like I’m frowing
and when I show my teeth my face scrunches up and it’s even worse
why do I even exist on this earth??
why do I have to live with this mess that I am?
I don’t want to look like this yet I have to live my life stuck in this body
I used to be pretty
thin…
I hate me
I want to leave
I’m tired
but when I need to go to bed, instead I spend my time seeking attention to make me feel a little less disgusting
it’s all
disgusting
what am I
a mess of nothing
of something
I wish I were pretty enough,
pretty and wanted
and smart
pretty enough for someone like you
I wish I was pretty enough for you
to like me too
how will anyone like me, when I don’t?
~Ava Stevens