I like to watch the leaves fall from the trees. It shows that no ones who they really seem to be. Their colors change and they fall apart eventually. I never understood why that needed to be. I'm really self conscious..
I'm self-conscious of; my eyes
My nose
My legs
My toes
My stomach
And my elbows.
Pretty much all of me.
"Look at her arms" they whisper quietly. "My eyes are up here" I say politely. I hope you don't judge or sympathize for me. I've had a hard time with this thing called life. That's why my scars are deep. But you see, I've found something to guide me. And when I'm old and married, he'll be standing their beside me. And when he asks about my scars. I'll tell him rightfully. That "I am a warrior, who was wounded ever so slightly". And when I find the right man. Maybe he'll understand. And will love loving me for who I am. That's what's keeping me from breaking skin...