Category: self / self esteem


They ask

And I questioned myself.

I wondered what’s wrong with me

I wondered what others may have that I don’t

I wondered

Had self doubt

Felt lonely

I wanted to get away from everyone

I felt ridiculed

I was hurt

They question me…

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Awkward Girl

She doesn’t know how to smile in pictures

Nor does she know how to pose.

She’s preferred being behind the camera

She knew she was too awkward, I suppose.

My Two Sides

My two sides are fighting

They are arguing

They bicker

One tells me I’m awesome and can do so much

The othet tells me otherwise

To think twice, to be afraid to fail

The other tells me to learn from failures

That they are lessons so I can know success

My two sides make me whole

Here’s To Me

Here’s to all the tears I used to cry

To all the pieces of my broken heart

To all the boys I felt was my end, that I’d die

And all the times I felt falling apart.

Here’s to what I’ve overcome so far

To getting up after being knocked down

To not giving up despite losing the war

Here’s to everything

Here’s to me!

She was a ghost!

White, no, pale

She was different from most.

Others loved her fair skin

Many coveted hear paleness

But she never liked her color, the same way she hated her chin.

She hated being thought of as pretty just because of her skin color

She wanted to be seen as more

Because she is more than just her skin color.

Curves

To be fat is to be shameful

To be fat means to feel awful

This is what I learned as a child.

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My family loved me, and I know they tried

Tried to protect me, but they do not know how much I cried

Because whenever I have an ounce of confidence

Society retaliates with a pound of uncertainty.

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My curves became my curse and I hated myself

I felt like an unwanted book tucked away on the shelf

I hated my curves.

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There are nights I’d pick myself up

Saying that I am enough and I am loved

But most nights…..most nights are awful

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I lie to myself sometimes

That if I love my curves enough

Society will accept them and I will no longer need to hide

Better, I

I try to better myself, I really do

But it always seems

I fail

I fall

Like I’m never going to be good enough

Dark

Deep

Frozen

Chaotic

Abyss

Silence

They feared all this. She thought she was too dark to handle

Fixing

They thought I need fixing

So they did a lot of mixing

Add some spice to my “lonely” life

Then maybe I’ll be somebody’s wife

I let them do what they think is helping me

While deep inside I plot my own story

Because I prefer to be just free

Empty

Stomach full but still feeling empty

I feel shallow

Hallow

Nothing

They’ve emptied me

I have no self confidence left

I am empty

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