Why do we look at ourselves as such monsters?
With yellowed fangs and a grotesque body,
With large feet and scaly wings,
With huge red eyes and charred skin,
With twisting limbs and a curled lip,
With a snout for a nose and sharpened talons.
Why do we think about cutting away the ‘ugliness’?
The fatty arms,
The plump thighs,
The large stomach,
The stubby fingers,
The acne ridden face,
The too big feet,
The too rounded face,
The frizzy hair,
Why do we endure this constant pain of telling ourselves this?
Because of that one person,
The one person who said you couldn’t,
Or wouldn’t,
The one person who sneered,
Or chuckled,
The one person who looked at you innocently but gave you a harmful glare,
The one person who promised goodness,
But poured out nothing but evil into our hearts,
The one person who shrouded us in darkness,
Never to see the light again.
Why do we constantly listen to that one person instead of the countless compliments?
Because we cling to the negative,
To that which does not matter.
And away from those who smiled at us,
Told us we were perfect,
Gave us hope,
Gave us courage,
Gave us the ability to love ourselves inside and out,
But we shut it out,
We throw it back,
We hide from it,
Run from it,
Run from the pain it will cause in the future,
Run from the way it will drive us insane if we started to believe it,
Run from the beauty of loving ourselves,
Run from it all,
Until we’ve run back into the darkness,
Back into the comfortable place of hating ourselves,
Back into the comfort of feeling inadequate,
Back into seeing ourselves as monster’s in the mirror,
Instead of goddesses on earth.
Why do we see ourselves as such monsters?
Because we are scared,
Scared of the world,
Scared of society,
Scared of television,
Scared of the future,
Scared of being loved,
Scared of feeling good,
Scared of it all…
Because we have lived in hate for so long,
How do we learn to love what is here?