December 17, 2009
I look like the one person in this life I hate….
I regret being beautiful, because I hate the one that made me so.
Every time.
Every time I look in the mirror, I get to see all that you ever gave me. You never called on birthdays or holidays…you never saw me off to prom or to graduation. You never met a single boyfriend…(that I would never trust because of you.)
But when I got my pictures back, all through the years…all I saw was your face…your hair…your mouth…your shoulders, arms and legs…your hands…your feet. And although they are beautiful…perfectly shaped and set…they are the things I most regret.
I regret that I will never escape your memories…as they shine and bring me compliments…I am disgusted by every pretty phrase they play.
I am discouraged when people don’t realize I find myself ugly, and that I become so angry with compliments…because I look like the one person in this life I hate. And I regret pushing so many good people away and rejecting their offers…because I want to punish them for thinking the only thing you ever gave me is beautiful.
Submitted by: Kyler
At 7:56 pm on December 17, 2009, A friend commented:
Your beauty is yours — it’s about what you do with it, how you make use of it. And your internal beauty or lack of it has nothing to do with your parent; it’s yours to develop. Do not punish yourself anymore for what he or she did to you; let it go and embrace all your gifts. Love yourself all the harder for the ways in which he or she failed to love you. That’s the best revenge — to thrive. Please thrive.