Atrocious

go ahead and judge me

Daunting, taunting, mocking, that’s all your reflection can seem to accomplish. Every blemish, every flaw, every imperfection is heightened, illuminated.

They’re the only thing you focus on, the only thing you see.

You poke and you prod, you swear and you scowl, you pout and you cry, and you just can’t seem to mask your loathsome appearance.

There is no hiding it. Everyone can see how horrendous you look. They laugh, they point, they whisper, they criticize, they notice every single grotesque detail about you. And all you can do is nod and agree, because you know that everything they say is true. You are repulsive, inside and out.

My arms look too fat. My thighs touch. My teeth are too large. My stomach looks bloated. My hair is frizzy. I have a double chin. My glasses look too nerdy. I am ugly. I am hideous. I am disgusting. I am utterly atrocious.

But that is not true. Beautiful is whatever you desire it to be.

Beautiful is you.