Standing in front of a place I abhor,I look up at the person staring at me.I am talking about the mirror and the person is no other than my own ghastly reflection. A face covered with scars,crooked nose,fatty frame,in short an awful appearance.How many nights have I cried till I sleep thinking about my looks? How many bucks have I spent on those make-up products in order to look a bit more easy on the eye? How many people have made those mean comments,those dreadful glances regarding my physique?
Do I really have to tolerate all this? Do I really have to cry all night and spend my money on some utterly useless cosmetics? Do I really have to HATE MYSELF?
I can't change myself for the sake of others. I can't let those chemicals eat away the original me. Who gave those people the authority to judge me, to criticize me? When and how did I become so weak? I didn't had any role to play while choosing my appearance,so it's not my fault if my looks are not pleasing. Then why am I punishing myself from so long? I have grown up all these years hating myself,my personality,my face.
But since fortunately these things have crossed my mind now,I wouln't let others pull me down. An adieu to all the negativity that has cocooned me from so long. Even if no one would be there with me,I'll soar high alone. The sun doesn't shine everyday with somebody's help.
And with each passing day,I'll realise that I'm becoming more beautiful because now I am indestructible and filled with a new determination which from so long the world has drained away from me. No one can make me feel special till I think I am exceptional and learn to appreciate my flaws,focus on my abilities rather than disabilities. No one is perfect in this whole wide world. Everyone has an imperfection or two.
I don't need anyone else to love me because now I LOVE MYSELF the way I am.