I hate you

for making me hate myself.

For telling a 13 year old

to stare down her reflection

and hack away the lumpy parts.

For telling a shy girl

to wear tighter clothes

so she'll make the "right" friends.

For telling a curious girl

to put down her hand in class

saying, "No one likes a know-it-all".

For telling me

that it was MY fault

when he touched me like that.

I hate you

for making me hate myself

and change myself

and break myself.

But now i know

how strong i can be

in the face of adversity

and that though i may crack and break

I will always be there

to pick up the pieces

and make myself whole once more.