Ever hated yourself because you thought you were the ugliest thing on Earth? I have. Or times when you have looked in the mirror I can't understand why the person staring back at you is smiling?
I hear you.
Its written in your eyes.
Carved on the arch of your lips.
Life is like hair. It always seem perfect but there will somehow or rather be a strand out of place.
Things that make you, YOU. Like that little dot beneath the curve of your lashes.
Or the scar on your ring finger full of pain, regret and experiences.




Your fingers trying desperately to grab hold onto love.



Things you hate about yourself like always wondering how big your hips look to the rest of the world.
Or how you bite your thumbnail when you're excited.
Sometimes, you're amazed at how often and easily you cry.
Or at how much time you fiddle with your hair.
You fall in love so fast that sometimes it angers you.
And how badly you take heartbreak.
Or how stupid you are because you still keep wishing and how he's the first thing you think about in the morning even after he broke your heart.