My Ugly Self

Growing up I didn't notice, and wasn't aware of my body. I am scarred.

My Ugly Self.

Remembering my early childhood hurt.

Neither happiness or depression made

it less painful.

My mother cut my bangs, my father

told me how brilliant I was. I grew

up in my own world, not caring what

I really was.

The night I looked at myself in the mirror.

The night I saw old family videos. The

night that I starved myself. The night

I found depression.

I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t graceful. I was

ugly, and messed up inside. I noticed

my life of bitterness, and of hurt feelings.

I noticed my appearance, and I hid

from view…

S.J Jakens

Author's Note

I was like this, now i'm almost a size zero, and I am never hungry.

Reviews

[Kira]

This is beautiful. Great writing. Honestly put how I feel into words.