I used to think I wanted to be someone else.
Smaller, taller, skinnier, or shorter.
I tried many different ways.
Diets, running, anything I could.
I wanted to be beautiful.
So beautiful that when people looked at me,
They went into utter shock.
People told me I was good looking the way I am.
I wanted to be phenomenal not just ok.
Eventually I decided that I couldn’t change.
I would be ugly forever.
Is that how people look at me? Do they see me like I see myself?
Nothing is the way it should be.
That is what I thought.
