To be honest,
I absolutely hate myself.
My frizzy hair,
my jiggly arms,
my protruding belly.
I hate the way I need make up to
actually feel like I am allowed to exsist.
My stretch marks,
I hate the way I hate myself.
I hate most
The fact people can't see that.
I hate that I have to try and hide
the way I feel inside.
Because it's annoying when a 17 year old girl
feels like she isn't perfect
the way her mother spent 9 months to form.
It's "attention seeking"
when society tells girls that skinny is sexy
and too skinny is revolting,
and we complain about one way or the other.
When I need compliments to get through my day
without feeling discousting,
I'm an "attention-whore."
I cover up my hate for myself.
I hide the need to be called beautiful.
Because hating yourself and not feeling beautiful
And I don't need another voice in my head telling me I am these things.