I am flawed. I am imperfect. I am ugly. I am never pretty enough for anyone else. Never good enough for my parents. Not even my boyfie. I can’t help to feel extremely insecure when I see my boyfie looking at other people who are 10 times or 100 times prettier, more gorgeous, more beautiful, more appealing, more angelic, more charming, more elegant, more good-looking, more stunning than … me.
Well I’m just a piece of stupid-useless-skinny-ugly-lazy-a lil’ bit way too sensitive-shit.