You’re Fucking Beautiful. (2)

My chin trembles, more tears cascading down my cheeks as I nod. You smile and straighten yourself up, leaving the room. I know you’re standing just outside the door. Waiting to hear me say the words you so wish I would believe. I open my mouth, my voice hoarse and strained, “You’re beautiful.” I don’t … Continue reading You’re Fucking Beautiful. (2)

You’re Fucking Beautiful. (1)

Looking in the mirror I can’t stand what I see. Every flaw, every blemish stands out like a sore thumb. With my hands on the sink I take a shaky breath in. My eyes stare hard at my own reflection, “Why are you like this? Why can’t you look like every other girl that you … Continue reading You’re Fucking Beautiful. (1)