Confidence

Confidence

They said I needed it.

They told me I'm pretty

and that I'm lucky

to have such great hair

and facial structure.

I'm tall and skinny, lean.

I'm beautiful,

no need for makeup.

I know that.

I'm fine with the way I look.

It may have taken awhile

but I've come to love myself.

I tell them that.

They call me arrogant

and full of myself.

Because I did what they said.

I'm happier now but I'm told

I shouldn't be.

So I should love myself

but not TOO much?

Since when is there TOO MUCH love

in this world?

Should I go back to 

being upset with the way I look?

Should I hate my face and body again?

Mask myself with makeup

to prevent others' blindness?

No, they say.

You're beautiful.

So you can say it,

but I'm not allowed to

recognize it myself?

What kind of twisted world

do we live in?

That tells us to love ourselves

but only to an extent.

I'VE WORKED SO HARD

TO RECOGNIZE MY BEAUTY

AND YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!