Everyday I look in the mirror wondering why I dont feel beautiful. Maybe its these baggy eyes that are a grey color. Maybe its this scar on my cheek from hot water, or the one by eye from the chicken poxs.
The chicken pox caused me to cover my mirrors for months because at that time I was ugly.
Still I look at myself and see my stretch marks from carrying my son. I used to feel beautiful. No one says so anymore, I must have lost my beauty after all the shit I put up with.
I wanna hear "you're beautiful" but nothing is ever said, guess I'm not.
Its up to me from now on.
Next time I look in the mirror from now on, I'll tell myself "You Are Beautiful"
Saturday, January 11, 2014
The Mirror
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