BODY SHAME
I lay myself down at night in hopes that maybe one day I will be alright.
Feeling the tears running down my face, I end up getting up to pace
then find myself in place thats not so safe.
I feel dark and cold; my head becomes engulfed with disgust when I take a look
at the face I used to love so great. Now im just in hate wanting to change every
single thing I must say that being me is not okay.
I want to change and be somebody everyone wants to date.
To be beautiful and sexy in everyway.
To love myself so that I can let others love me but if I look at myself and see
something that I don't want to see then why would anyone else want to be with
someone like me.
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