if i appreciated myself i would be a different color, writing better poetry, living the life i should be leading
every part of me is shattered, but it wouldn’t be if i actually glanced into the mirror and saw a girl who could measure up
there’s something wrong about me speaking my mind but there’s no respectable reason why —i hate myself, but i never hated you
if i appreciated myself, i would be in love with the blood in my veins, the sunburns on my face, the flood waters i emerged from in my dismissible past, the skin color i was born with
but your mind can hold your body hostage
your mind is more powerful than the words of affirmations you utter by your bedside mirror