I’m Not Perfect

Hey there, I’m Kyli, Kyli Romero. 

I have never been perfect. Ever. I'm messed up girl who laughs a lot with my friends and that girl who looks like she has a perfect life with amazing friends and family. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and friends to death. However, my life isn’t perfect. It never has been. My life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows every single day. Some days it can be, but most days its rain, thunder, and lightning all mixed into one. Some days I just can’t take living this cruel life anymore. People say to me that I should love and enjoy what I have. Don’t get me wrong I do, other kids have it worse than me but it's not about who I live with or who I hang out with or anything like that.  It’s about me. I have always torn myself down because so many people have done it to me, so now I do it to myself. People have looked at me and the first thing that popped into their mind was; fat, ugly, worthless, gross, disgusting. For so long people have said that to me, so now I say that to me. Every freaking day I look at myself up and down in the mirror trying to find just one thing to like about what I saw. Of course, I didn't. For so long people have judged me about my weight. So now I look at myself and say “Wow. Have I gotten bigger?” So I look at myself and say; “Well, I guess I won't eat tomorrow.” Because I saw myself getting bigger and there was nothing I could do. I Am fat. F-A-T. Of Course, people have told me I could go on a diet so i could be beautiful. I was the school's joke. Boys saying they’d never date a fat girl like me. Girls would say they’d never wanna be friends with a fat girl like me. But why do my differences define who I am? Girls who are mean to me and talk about me behind my back say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, so what makes me any different? Am I just not good enough for you?  You are so mean to me, what did I ever do to you! I’m already struggling with self-hatred, I don't need you to make it worse. But one day all of that changed when I looked at myself and I saw that I was beautiful. And that I don’t need to change for anyone but myself. 

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