ugly ?!

You keep telling yourself that you’re ugly,

How you can’t possibly love yourself cos every time you look in the mirror,

you don’t like what you see,

The stretch marks, loose skin, gap between your front teeth,

over analysing every single part of yourself,

destroying your self esteem,

constantly telling yourself how could anyone ever want you,

When even you don’t like your own body.

I wish I could make you understand that you’re perfect, just by being you,

and I’d tell you that every single day,

till you start to believe it too,

How I love that even when you’re going through some of your toughest times,

And I mean it,

I just wish you knew just how much I adore you,

Or how I think you’re brave, intelligent, gentle, kind,

you still put all of your energy into putting on a smile and acting like everything’s fine.

because every time you look in the mirror you see something you don’t like,

how you’re going to change the world someday with that incredible mind.

I hate seeing you cry,

When are you going to realise that this ongoing battle you have with yourself,

and I hate how much it hurts you every single time,

I wish I could take your pain away,

make you see what I see, and then maybe you’d change your mind,

I hate watching you beat yourself up all the time,

it’s a losing fight,

You’re literally destroying yourself from the inside.

Trying so hard to be something you’re not,

when you’re already perfectly fine.

You’re a beautiful, walking, human sunshine in my eyes.

You keep comparing yourself to others,

when are you going to understand that being yourself is enough,

You keep seeking validation from other people,

When, what you really need, is self love,

Yes I know you don’t have the perfect body,

reality check, most people don’t,

So what’s the use in tearing yourself apart like this?

If you think it’s going to help you in anyway, well let me be the first to tell you -

it won’t.

I’ll never understand how someone so great, can think so little about themselves,

I watch you, unable to leave the house without make up

struggling to cope everyday,

and I just wanna be able to help.

You’ve reduced yourself to ugly,

you hide behind baggy clothes, watch what you eat,

Care so much about what people think that you can’t even walk down the street,

self hate has filtered it’s way into every inch of your body,

and it kills me,

to see someone I care about, be so incredibly unhappy.

I hope one day you can look in the mirror and live with what you see,

cos you understand that you’ve got more to offer to the world than simply being pretty,

that it doesn’t hurt you so much anymore,

No longer haunted by the scars on your skin,

Right now, in this moment,

but fights to be the change they want to see.

but more importantly,

I want you to know, just how incredibly perfect you are to me.