Pretty

People worry about me, they're always asking if I have eaten that day, making sure I'm okay. I just tell them that I'm fine, that I've already ate. Sometimes, though, they force me to eat, I can't each much, maybe three or four bites, but even the smallest of meals wont stay down. I'm getting pretty though, right? I know I'm still a bit bigger than average, but I'm getting there, I hope. I hope you see me one day, and see that I am in fact beautiful. People always say, "sticks and stones may brake my bones, but words can never hurt me," but, maybe, this time the sticks and stones were the words that never should have hurt me. I shouldn't be seeking your approval, but your oppinion is key to me.The love I feel for you drives me to push to make my self beautiful, but sometimes when I see you with her I wonder, is your approval really worth it or am I just wasting my time? I hope you see me soon, I'm starting to feel invisible and ugly.