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I don’t like me
She looks at herself in the mirror
Tears run down her face, wetting her silk shirt
Wishing she was beautiful,
Wishing someone would like her,
Wishing she had self-confidence,
Wishing she hadn’t lost her self-esteem,
She screams, She shouts and says ‘I don’t like me’
Every day after school
She runs to the mirror
Not much to look at, Unbeautiful, loathsome,
Grotesque, Unsightly, Repugnant is all she sees
She screams, She shouts and says ‘I don’t like me’
Thoughts run through her mind
One voice tells her she is damn ugly
Once voice tells her, look at that hideous horrid button nose
You for sure aren’t pretty
One voice tells her look at those enormous lips,
You for sure are repulsive
Her mum tells her at least she’s pretty for a dark skinned girl,
Amy from school asks why her hips are so big
Whilst changing for P.E
She quickly covers herself up
But then Megan catches her
And laughs you’ve got extraordinarily big bumcheeks girl
And sniggers with the rest of her friends
She runs to the corner, crying, hating herself
‘I don’t like me’
She runs to the mirror
Screaming ‘I don’t like me’
She sees her nose,
She wishes she didn’t have that hook, She wishes it wasn’t so long
She wishes her friends didn’t call her Pinocchio
She wishes her friends didn’t ask her why she is so skinny
Calling her anorexic
They ask her ‘Don’t you eat?’
If only they knew, the food she forces down herself
She eats, eats and eats some more
But the weight just doesn’t come on
She wishes that she had curves like Dominique
Or a big bum like her colleague at work
She runs to the mirror
She screams ‘I don’t like me’
She is frightened of her own image
She is scared to look at herself for more than five seconds
Her husband tells her to jump on the treadmill
He threatens her with the door and points that’s where you’ll be going
He calls her names, potbellied, bulky, pudgy and he thinks its endearing
She screams, holding her skin ‘I don’t like me’
She screams, cutting her skin ‘I’m fat and no one loves me’
She screams, burning her skin ‘I don’t like me’
There’s one man, Ladies
Who thinks you’re absolutely beautiful
He says this is my girl and he will never stop loving you
This man is called Jesus
You think you don’t fit in
But Beautiful girl, you have your own thing going on
You are unique
You are fearfully and wonderfully created
Look yourself in the mirror girl
Tell yourself each morning that you are beautiful
And not only does he like you, he adores you
He loves each and every freckle, He loves your dimples
He loves those eyebrows, as bushy and close as they may seem
He loves you regardless of your size- skinny, curvy or plus size
He loves that and every bit of you
Love yourself, Love you and Love all of you
She looks at herself in the mirror
She sees herself
Beauty and Loveliness,
Graceful, Gorgeous and Marvellous
Is what she sees
She tells herself ‘I am beautiful’
She smiles ‘I really do like me’