Every day, I slip out
of the shower,
walk
to the mirror
and look
at myself.
Every day, it's
a new
insult.
Too fat,
not attractive,
no cleavage.
Every day, I go
to school,
walk the halls
and feel
insecure.
I hide my face
behind a sea of
papers, binders and
homework.
My long, brunette
hair
covers my sea-green
eyes,
saving me from
awkward conversations.
I ignore the
stares from people
who are better than
me.
I block out all of the
names
that are thrown at
me.
But it still
hurts.
Every day, I go home
in tears,
wondering why I'm even
alive.
But then I'm
reminded.
I'm reminded that it doesn't
matter.
I wasn't meant to please
them.
I was meant to please
Him.
He made me this
way.
Maybe I am ugly to
them,
but I am beautiful
to Him.
He knows me
perfectly.
He understands
me perfectly,
even when
others don't.
He's seen me
cry,
and he cried
with me.
He's seen
me happy,
and he rejoiced
with me.
He's seen me
lonely,
and he came
to me,
showing me
he was
there
even when
others weren't.
He was the one that
loved me first.
And I have decided
to love
Him back.
