she was a fat kid
with bad skin
and glasses
and frizzy hair
always cracking a joke
or burying her nose in a book
to escape
and forget
because this didn't feel
like who she should be
but she didn't know how to change it
so she hid inside herself
refused to let many people know
who she really was
because it didn't matter anyway
it was all about fitting in
and she never really did
i wish i could go back
and hug her
tell her i love her
and not to worry
because this won't matter
in 5 years or in 10
these painful moments
of rejection
of depression
won't last forever
and she will come out
stronger than ever
she shouldn't be so ******* herself
and i still see her sometimes
when i look in the mirror
and it makes me sad
to know how much i let these things
affect me and who i became
always questioning, if i'm good enough
but i think it's gonna make me better
because i've been there before