I never used to believe I was ugly.
But the more people told me I was,
The more I believed it.

The more I looked in the mirror.
I could see it.
The more I saw pretty girls.
I believed it.


More I opened my eyes the
More I saw what society wanted.
They craved thin, long haired girls,
Straight teeth and a blue ribbon face.


The more I listened the more I heard the “Names”
Being glued to me.


I never told anyone.


My mom was clueless.
And my dad held one of the glue bottles.
My sister was on the prowl.
And my brother was stuck in the shadow.

I never used to believe I was ugly.
But the more people told me I was,
the more believed it.


The more I saw it.
The more I heard it.
The more I felt it.