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But I feel ugly I feel fat and think my boobs sag I feel all washed up Like an old hag But it might be true He really could think I am fit But how can I believe him If even I don’t believe it
I feel like in sitting in a cave I don’t want to be seen I don’t feel right Does he really think I’m beautiful? Maybe he might How can he like me? I so hate myself I feel like the food no one wants Just sitting on the shelf
I can’t believe what he says It surely must be lies Can’t he see what I see Or has he blurry eyes I wish I could see what he saw It would fill me up inside But now the challenge Is so simple, try not to hide!
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