Imperfections

Because
I am trying so hard
to understand
why I am the way I am
but I promise
if I could be someone else
I wouldn’t think twice
if it were that easy
then, like a coat
I would wear someone else’s skin
but sometimes, I wonder
beneath these layers
of all those things
I wish I could be
would someone ever
crave to be me?

Imperfect

Poetry book: Curing My Venom

I wrote that poem because of all my insecurities. People tell me I’m beautiful, but the girl staring back at me through the mirror says otherwise. She doesn’t ever see any of my victories. All she does is remind me of my flaws and failures. All she does is compare me to everyone else around me, and I find myself hating that girl even more.

I’m too fat, too thick, too much of this, too much of that. It toys with my confidence. It messes with my mind, and I find myself wondering what other people might be doing. Do they feel the same way? But everyone else seems so satisfied. So happy, then why aren’t I. Why do I feel this way? Is there something wrong with me? Sometimes I feel like if I had a choice, I would choose to be anyone but me. And if everyone knew the anguish I go through every day, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t ever want to be me.

If I could…

I would take a knife and slice away my skin and carve myself into something different…

I promise I wouldn’t hesitate….

Photo by Markus Spiske temporausch.com from Pexels

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12 thoughts on “Imperfections

  1. I think growing up with imperfections is part of growing up itself. As far as physical aspect is concerned life is pretty tough when you are teenager or in your early twenties, but as grow up, somehow you start accepting your body as it is and in real terms you start feeling beautiful from inside. Don’t worry we all go through this phase 🙂

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      1. It’s easy to say and very tough to accept it. It took me years to reach at this stage, so I would say take your time 😊

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