One where I’m happy – Where I can laugh with sincere glee. I can appreciate all the things given to me. I can look in the mirror, and like what I see. It’s a world so perfect – a world where I want to be.
But then, there’s another – a world full of misery. Where every time I meet my own eyes, I wonder why I even try. I don’t like my smile, my laugh, or my thighs. Sometimes I wish, even with temporary bliss, that I was blind.
I doubt all I am and all I ever will be. I don’t trust myself or anyone around me. I try to be strong and to keep my head high, But it’s exhausting – going back and forth.