I was never that girl,
The one who got so many compliments
The one who stood out from a crowd
Or the one to catch a boy's attention
And probably never will be
I was never told,
That I was pretty or beautiful, but
I was told one too many times
To eat less, or I would grow fat
To dress more like a girl
For who would look at me for who I am?
So as I stood in front of my mirror
Wearing a scarlet dress
The demons in my head screamed
Replaying every single time
That someone pointed me out,
I drowned out their voices.
Today, I promised myself
That I would love me,
And despite all the scars
I am perfectly imperfect
So, I looked at the girl in the mirror
And whispered for the first time,
"You look beautiful." And she smiled.