Whenever I look in the mirror, all I see is a monster. Whenever I look down at my hands, all I see is myself fading. If I see someone who is just like me, I feel better about myself. I know I’m not alone. People tell me not to think about it, but when you’re covered with it and you have to look in the mirror everyday, it’s hard not to think about it. I get it from my father, though I don’t know him and I don’t care what he does with his life, but I can’t help but want to meet him to see for myself how much I look like him. My mother is always telling me that she can only see my father in me, I have none of her traits...physically. Personality wise, I’m my own person, I don’t let anyone tell me how I should act, or how I should look, I honestly don’t care what people think of me. I only care what I think of myself. Which is why it’s hard not to think I’m a monster in human form. But when some one tells me not to let it bother you, it helps a bit. If I’m having fun with my family or friends, I don’t think of it. I believe no one should feel bad about their appearance. It’s okay to think it, but not on a daily basis. People shouldn’t care what others think of them. I don’t and no one else should either.
November 4, 2011