Sometimes I am confused over the person I am and the person I see when I look in the mirror: these legs, these arms, these breasts, this same old tired skin. Is this the me that I am?
I remember when I was a little girl and I thought being older would be the best thing in the world: so beautiful that I would shine like a star- people hovering just to be near..... I always had an overactive imagination.
Disjointed now in reality I am disappointed with the image- stuck in a body that has never been loved I tell myself it doesn't matter but the image talks back and lets me know that it does-
I've never been pretty I've always been plain-
except on the inside except on the inside.
"And I always thought I would be... a stronger girl than the one that lives in me..." M.K.
"To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance..." Oscar Wilde
Hey don't get discouraged just because no one has replied yet. I don't know where you are but here in California it's a beautiful hot day. I just came in from the sun myself. I'm sure most people are getting ready to go out now. I'm sure you'll get a response later. You've done a fine job. Personnally I only do this for fun. I can't write at all and would never ever show my lame poems to my friends or family.
I like this a lot, Christina! I feel like this at times and this poem struck me. (sorry about the no responses! I've been outside all day long, nice weather here!) Anyways, wonderful job, I can't wait for more!
------------------ *Krista Knutson*
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA