Thank you. Thank you so much for bringing this terrible lump in my throat and the need for tears. You should know girls are more self-conscious than boys and if you really knew me, you’d know I cannot accept this let alone believe you.
I can feel every pound on my frame; every flaw on my face. I feel the mangled curls that surround my face. I hear the foul comments that already escape my already imperfect mouth.
On a daily basis I compare myself to others. That girl is skinnier than me; that girl has better clothes than me. That girl over there is a better athlete than me. That girl is nicer than me. How can I be fine if there is always someone better than me?
That simple compliment hurts me more than it helps. It makes me realize I am only fine the way I am. I strive for perfection; a status in which my thighs do not touch, my hair is longer and straight, my face is flawless.
Thanks anyway…for a disappointing reminder.