So I’ve made a list of everything I love and hate about myself.
Everyone says how pretty, sexy, and beautiful I am. I just don’t see it. I don’t see what others see. I rarely look in the mirror for the simple fact, I hate what I see. I hate what I see because society is telling me I have to be size 2 to be beautiful. I hate what I see because for the last 5 years, I was abused mentally and emotionally that I don’t see anything else but a girl that became broken because of a guy. If you ask anyone that knows me, they’ll say I’m so strong and I’m always there for anyone that needs help. I’m the rock people turn too. But when is it my turn, my turn to break down and have a rock. Enough with my dad telling me I’m pretty for a girl my size and I’m not smart enough. Enough with the “am I too fat to wear this.” Today is the day I change. Not for everyone around me, but for me. I’m done hating myself. I’m going to learn to love myself, and I’m going to do it by looking good and most importantly feeling good. Today is the day where I stop caring what my dad says about me and do what makes me happy.