Critic

I don’t like my nose

And maybe not much of my face

I don’t really like my body

Or the size of my waist.

I hate the way my voice sounds

And the way that I sing.

I wish I could speak more eloquently.

I hate my personality

I hate my thoughts

I hate the way I think I may never be enough.

My art sucks

And my writing shows what I really am..

Lost.

I hate my smile and the way that it’s crooked.

I wish I was just a little more perfect.

And a little more symmetrical.

So,

If I look at myself this way,

How do You see me…

At all?

Ugly from the outside looking in,

“But clean the cup from the inside,” Jesus said.

I post a picture and I feel concieted.

Eating makes me nauseous.

Medication on my roster instead of men.

So sick and tired of outside validation.

This is just the season of life I’m in.