You're More to Me than Me

I used to think I was beautiful.

Old women would tell me about how my skin was like strawberries and creme, like the moon. And they would pinch my cheeks and tell me I was beautiful.

You're so pale.

When was the last time you saw the sun?

I used to laugh those sort of things off...but that was when I thought I was beautiful.


I used to think I was thin.

Your hips are so big!

I have an hourglass figure.

But still..just look at them.

I only weigh 120 lbs.

I weigh 100 and look at MY thighs.

I need to stop eating.


I used to love myself.

Why are you so quiet?

I..I don't know.

Why are you so mean?

I'm mean?

Ya, and stupid and untalented too.



But don't worry. I'm good at faking, and you'll never have to worry about dealing with my insecurities. You probably don't even know I'm insecure.

Besides...I think YOU'RE beautiful, and I think YOU'RE thin, and I love YOU more than I love myself.

And that's all that matters, right?