Beautiful is not something I call myself

it is something that I constantly strive to be.

I am living in my own version of hell

today I just want to be me. 

Society tells me that it is ugly to be fat,

that in order to be beautiful I have to be thin. 

Well I am here to say that beauty is on the inside 

buried my skin and under all of the layers of self hate

which I am now shedding like a cacoon.

Beauty can be a sentence in which I express my feelings.

It matters not what you believe or feel about me,

because I now know that I am beautiful,

it does not matter what is on my skin but instead what is in it.

This is not just a onestep process but instead a leap of faith,

not faith in higher power but a faith in my self that I am beautifulinside and out.