i wish i looked like the pretty girls. how their skin is always glowing, no hair outta place, nails done, lips are glossy. oh how i wish i was prettier. gaining weight isn’t helping me, i used to be sickly thin. but that’s when i was called beautiful, told every nice thing. now i barely get looked at. my clothes are to tight, strangling my body, it feels like jail. i just want to hide. hide behind the black baggy sweat pants and men’s t-shirts. i’ll never be the pretty girl. my skin full of blemishes, my tangled frizzy hair, chipped polish, and chapped lips. at times i want to just shave my head to never worry about another hair outta place. i want to hide my face by wearing a mask. i’m not even sick, but a mask would hide the ugliness i see reflecting back at me. i don’t want to be perceived or noticed. i just want to hide with my demons till they kill me.
i’m so tired of being me.
~ i wish i was just a pretty girl



















