I hate what I’ve become.
I hate how I look.
I can’t even look in the mirror.
When I see other girls
with their boys and makeup
I can’t help but feel inferior.
It’s hard to be proud
of the way that I look
when even I know I’m fat.
People can lie
and tell me I’m fine,
but there’s no truth behind any of that.
I know I’m not a ten
and I don’t want to be perfect,
but I wish I could turn just one head.
I’ve never been attractive,
but now I don’t even try.
I never want to leave my bed.
I wish I was pretty,
either inside or out,
but I’ll never be called “beautiful”.
I wish I could hide
and spare the world of my face.
For society and the world, I’m unsuitable.
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