Insecure

I change myself a lot. I have got work done everytime a new trend came along hoping to fit in. It was never good enough. I made my boobs bigger, butt bigger, lips bigger, and even changed my eye color for him. He wouldnt touch me. He couldnt love me. I was just his doll. A model of perfection he claimed but never wanted. It hurt so much inside. I grabbed a knife and cut it all away. 

As I lie in the hospital thinking about my life and how much I hated myself someone came along. They had flowers and a card. It said I was fine the way I was. I looked in the mirror covered in bandages and realized I loved myself more now deformed. I know beauty and I know pain. I think I love pain more.

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