I was once complimented on my confidence
I replied I didn't have any
I was once complimented on my looks
I replied I wasn't much of a looker

For you see
This was the old me
Reluctant to believe the beauty of my being
I pulled at my skin and frowned at my face
For being anything but me was a sort of dreamy daze

People seemed to enjoy this

Now I smile at my reflection
Swoon over my photos
Roll my eyes at those who remark I'm conceited
Give a knowing and smug look at those who give me a second glance

Never before have I been so hated for doing something
I should have done a long time ago
But I shall die with vanity in which knows no bounds
Before I learn to hate myself with the passion of the fiery pits of hell once more