It’s normal to feel insecure throughout life. It becomes unhealthy when those feelings fester inside and influence your actions. Generation F is empowered to not let their insecurities define them.
If I am to be honest
I am made of dishonesty,
as everything I am
everything I say
is to be taken with
a pinch of salt and a spoonful of sugar.
Salt.
I’ve made a habit of
presenting myself in a negative light
before someone gets the chance to;
before I can feel the
harsh glare of scrutiny.
I am a firm believer that
only I am allowed
to ruin myself.
I’ve made a habit of
exaggerating what I believe;
makes me unfavorable,
minimizes the qualities
I love about myself.
Sugar.
I learn to sweeten
the sound of my voice
for strangers
in the hopes of
fitting into the stereotype
of what it means to be a woman,
how to shed my skin
in favor of another’s.
I find comfort
in becoming what
makes others happy.
I live for them
instead of myself.
Cinnamon.
but I’ve grown tired of the voice
that never seems to be satisfied
with the changes I make
to who I am
who makes me question
if I ever knew her in the first place.
The period of
hating myself
will not be the death of me,
it will merely be used as an example
of all the wrong ways
to treat a mind and body.
I am learning to accept
the girl whose reflection
stands before me in the mirror,
how to be patient with her thoughts,
feel at ease with her mannerisms.
She is whole on her own.
She does not need fine-tuning or tinkering
in the hopes of impressing strangers.