I am often told that I am lovely. Yet, whenever I take a look at myself in the mirror, I only see the blemishes and dark spots on my face, the deep dark circles under my eyes, the thick and unruly hair and pale lips.
I would touch my skin while I watch myself in the mirror. I would let my fingers linger on my arms down to my hands and feel that my rough palms are not meant to hold anyone’s hands. Because in the first place, who would? Then, I would stare at the green veins crawling like roots at the back of my hand, feeling a little displeased.
I would dare not to show my teeth while I laugh and would always keep it hidden behind a silver wire. Who would even dare kiss those lips and its cracks where tears sink through, because isn’t it a little salty for someone to taste such lips? And who even want salty when the sweetness of sugar is yearned?
Staring at the mirror I would watch myself sip through a glass of sweet red wine. And who would want to taste an intoxicated being, when sweetness only masks the bitterness of wine?
Honestly, I think we can all agree that beauty goes way more than skin deep. Yet, I only want myself naked when it’s dark. Without the lights. When it’s dark.
On a side note, I have someone who never cease to amaze me by his constant endearments of "you're lovely, you look nice today, etc." and it really helps a lot especially when you have lingering insecurities.