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envy.
I stare down at scarred skin and wonder how you could find beauty in such a disaster - how you could look at me and see a future, see a home, see a family.
I’ve spent so many years hating myself for being who I am, cringing at the reflection that stared back at me every time I looked into a mirror.
Wondering when I would finally fall in love with the woman I had always wanted to be -
I envy that it came so easily to you.
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