Everyday I wake up extra early to criticize who I am
I do what I have to do and avoid the mirror but once my eyes meet my reflection the self hate begins
I talk about every place on my body, I don’t leave one surface un-hated
I criticize the melanin in my skin, the curl in my hair and why It seems like I could never be thin.
I criticize major and minor scares the ones self inflicted and the ones that happened by actually accidents.
I criticize things that are unseen my personality for one, someone who cares for others and never themselves and emotions of disgust and hatred when looking in the mirror.
I wake up extra early to criticize myself, I get it done first so I don’t need to hear it from anyone else.
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