Sep 2017
I look at myself in the mirror.
I **** my stomach in.
I turn and walk away, only to turn around.
Today isn't a great day.
I think of changing my clothes.
I think of changing my clothes, again.
I decide I don't have time to do it.
(I don't think about the inner thoughts pervading my head).
I get called cute once.
I get called cute twice.
I have a skip in my step.
Hey, this isn't so bad, is it?
Some days, I give in to the peer pressure in my head.
Some days, I dress in baggy clothes to try and hide my figure.
But, some days, some very rare days,
I love the way I look.
I **** my stomach in.
I turn and walk away, only to turn around.
Today isn't a great day.
I think of changing my clothes.
I think of changing my clothes, again.
I decide I don't have time to do it.
(I don't think about the inner thoughts pervading my head).
I get called cute once.
I get called cute twice.
I have a skip in my step.
Hey, this isn't so bad, is it?
Some days, I give in to the peer pressure in my head.
Some days, I dress in baggy clothes to try and hide my figure.
But, some days, some very rare days,
I love the way I look.
Context: I needed to wear something not work-related to work, and I thought I looked awful, but I ****** it up due to lack of time. However, a lot of people called me cute and R, a co worker, doubled back to tell me that I looked nice and asked me if there was an occasion.
I'm okay with the way I look, but some day I have bad days, and this made me feel better <3.
I'm okay with the way I look, but some day I have bad days, and this made me feel better <3.
