Oh how I hate you.
The way you always try to hide.
The way you try too hard to be loved.
The way you cower at yourself.
Your thighs are too big,
and yet you're still too small.
Your height is still considered short,
yet you still end up being to tall.
The marks of your imperfections are known,
there's no way to hide them,
as much as you may try.
They'll be with you forever.
Why is it that you make me hate you
for things that are supposed to be cherished?
Why is it when I look at you
I see so much disgust?
Why is it that I can look at others
and see beauty in their imperfections,
yet when I look at you,
I can't help but find more to add to the pile?
Why do I hate you?
Why is it so hard to love you?
I don't want to hate you, I'm sorry.
But its part of who I am.
I'm designed to hate myself.
