When i was 12,
I never understood the concept of beauty
Someone came up to me and said " You are Beautiful."
But, what is beautiful?
I never accepted the fact that I, myself, was beautiful.
I never felt beautiful.
I was told I wasn't to the point where I believed that I wasn't.
I looked in the mirror and believed that's all i couldn't be.
What I thought was that my reflection because everyone around me had told me I was beautiful.
So when I looked in the mirror, I only saw things that I want to change.
I didn't feel beautiful.
When people say that God made no mistake, I had the urge to raise my hand and say; what about me?
I felt like a mistake.