Am I wrong? For coming to poetry with my insecurities? Not for attention. Just because ya know, Im insecure. I’m uncomfortable in my own skin. I look in the mirror & I try to see beauty, I try not to focus on the flaws.. but somehow I focus in on my wild eyebrows, my cellulite stricken thighs & bum, my unattractive “soft places” that should be muscular. I want to love myself and see beauty in myself. God created me in his image & likeness .. but, I just hate the skin I live in.
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