Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me. I wish I was of thoses popular girl were they have. Evrything when they want it and how they want it. I wish I had the money the clothes . They look at me and laugh. I have acne thick eye brows black hair never wears make up . I’m a kinda girl the would wear sweats before anything else. Walk a mile in my shoes and let me walk a mile in yours. Come see how it feel to be teased all day because of this and that. Come. And I ll show you the tear I shed and the cuts I cut . Look at my body it ain’t perfect oh well I don’t gotta be perfect!
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Hi Emilyxxtaylor,
I don’t dare say I understand what you go through, but I might have experienced a semblance of it. I grew up hating my appearance and even my personality. Felt like I had no control over them – if I did try to control how I look, I get too frustrated trying.
Find something else you can secure your identity in other than your looks/personality – because these things are unreliable and will change. Find something unchangeable that you can root your identity in – something that is trustworthy.
I don’t know what that “something” could mean for you (perhaps love from your family? perhaps a good friend? perhaps in writing a blog?) For me, I found it in love from my mother, and I always feel secure because she loves me. (I have very terrible relationships with my father, brother and sister though.) And I found it in God – because one day my mother will not be there, but God is the only constant.
Cheers.