Skin

Growing up in times like these its so easy to forget that you don't have to look like everyone. At the age of 4 and up my mother would make sure my hair was always slicked back with a bow and dressed as nice as her, it may not seem like a problem to many I mean who wouldn't want there kid looking nice, but she used to say how much of a mess I looked if I never dressed up I was 7 who could ever say that to a 7 year old especially when they are your own kid. Yet she would always compliment other kids even though they looked like me. From there it moved onto "you need to lose weight when I was your age, I was a size 6 in my teen years and was that size when I was 20 years old". She was always so quick to judge she never knew the damage she was causing. I was at the point where I wish I could cut off the disgusting fat that lays upon my body. I would tell people I wish I was skinny like her and I would think to myself how I wish I could see my ribs because at least then I wouldn't be told to lose weight by her and only her someone who I looked up too because I thought that she would love me then. Now that I am 17 I'm barely starting to love myself as a person because, no I am not overweight, and no just because I don't wear bows or slicked back hair doesn't mean I look a mess. Sometimes I struggle to love myself because who could ever love someone who has stretch marks, and cellulite. But then I think back to how I felt as a kid and think, I could love myself with every flaw and imperfection that I hold because those marks are what makes me who I am. I don't need to be skinny and I don't need to have a small waist, I am comfortable in the skin I wear and I love my being as a whole.