I both loved and hated it.
It was me, but different.
It was me, without the acne or freckles.
It was me, but pretty.
I was hurt that you'd done it,
even though I was grateful.
You'd checked the box on the school
picture form that said to remove blemishes.
You did this without asking what I wanted.
You did this because you knew I was insecure
and you just wanted to help me feel beautiful,
but it made me feel as though
I wasn't good enough in your eyes,
it made me feel ugly.
I loved her smooth, pretty face,
I loved that I could pretend she was me,
I loved that perfect version of me,
because maybe one day,
I could be pretty like her
But I also I hated that girl, the one in the picture,
who looked so much like me, just a prettier version,
I hated her because I wasn't her.
I wanted to be her.
I wanted to be pretty.
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Lundie
Mar 29, 2017
WoW! This is very powerful. I hope that you have come to see beauty, even in your blemishes and freckles. Loving yourself and others is the best way to emanate beauty.
Christine Lundie
Big Picture South Burlington