Mama calls me her little princess
Papa tells me
I am the most beautiful girl to him

She tells me to not be sad
That my eyes are pretty
And my face is perfect
She says I have to be
beautiful on the inside too

But I got to the outside world
and people called me fat and ugly
Thin and starved?
Did mama lie to me?

When I look at the mirror now
I can't find the beauty mama mentioned
I can't see the perfection in my body
The perception of people rubbed off on me

Now, I have lost my name at school
I go by the nicknames coined
from my looks
When I hear my name now
it takes seconds to answer

Did mama lie to me?
Or others are simply blind?

Diary of a teenage girl.

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.