My body isn’t perfect.
I don’t walk in confidence.
I get fight with my parents.
I don’t live happily with my family.
I love my sister and my brothers.
Some nights I’d rather be myself than out partying.
I cry over the smallest thing sometimes.
There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs.
Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they’re not.
I’m not ugly but I’m not beautiful.
I don’t look as good in real life as I do in pictures.
There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep.
I constantly think that I’m not good enough.
I’m imperfect but I’m perfectly me.