Being the fat teenage girl wasn't enough
I had to be forced to be born as the hopeless romantic,
the one with the skinny friends,
the one with the strict parents,
I look in the mirror and all I see is beauty, and every detail,
every flaw hugs eachother so perfectly, and I only see a piece of art in myself,
a girl with the most beautiful and welcoming heart,
who was born to have thoughts too deep for her age and write poetry about love she never believes will be found
but it exists
and she knows because she exists and she knows she's full of it.
But boys don't seem to agree with her definition of beauty,
the one she sees,
the beauty she reads in books,
the beauty she finds in everybody because she thinks even the ugliest person has a piece of beauty either on their face, body or soul.
I wake up and think "will I ever find somoene who's just as...