…i can’t help but judge myself so harshly
3 spots on another girl “you’re fine” but when it comes to myself “so ugly”
a slight hang on my stomach “unbearably repulsive” yet on another “don’t worry your figure’s lovely”
…shortcomings in motherhood on myself a “colossal failure” but on another “you’re trying your best, clearly”
…which society was it that raised me to see the beauty in everybody around me so perfectly yet with the same eyes see the cracks in my own self so vividly?
i had a dream that i met with the quieter version of me ……she asked me why i feed the voice that speaks to us so viciously…