I'm happy.
I tell myself.
I'm beautiful.
I tell myself.
But am I really?
When I look into the mirror,
I see me.
This mangy creature.
It's no wonder I'm alone.
Who could love someone like me?
I cry in the shower.
I live off the crumbs on my bed.
I am grotesque.
I'm beyond overweight.
The worst part is I have believed all these lies that I've been fed.
By society
By my peers
By my family
By my friends
And by me...
I have become my own worst enemy.
So I will look in the mirror.
And believe I am lovely.
And believe I am strong.
Because no one's opinion matters the most but my own.