"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
Or so they tell me.
But everyone seems to find the same things beautiful.
Blonde hair, blue/green eyes, thin.
Barbie doll perfect
Barbie doll beautiful
People keep telling me to accept myself
That I'm pretty just the way I am
That I don't need to change or be worried with what other people think
But when I look in the mirror I don't see confident
I don't see the good
I see the bad
And then I hate myself
A little more everyday
Then the voices come back
And they tell me awful things about myself, about my life, about the world
Now I can't see me.
Scattered on the floor all I see
Are the broken pieces
Broken little reflections
Little tiny shards
Itty bitty slivers