I can tell you how beautiful my roommates look when they don't even try. I can tell you all the colors of the sunset and how tragically beautiful the bare trees look. I can tell you how silky his voice is to my ears, I can show you the best things in music and nature. I can show you all the amazing parts of people's souls. But what I can't do, is tell you of the scars that I have. I can't tell every story of how I got each blemish on my skin. I can't tell you what I love most about myself, but I could tell you everything I hate about myself. I can't look at myself in the mirror for more than 2 seconds. I don't see all those beautiful things in myself. I just can't.