SelfEsteem
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Smile smile stay
Smile smile go
Smile in denial
Crooked teeth crooked cops
Crooked world crooked rocks
Chipped teeth broken teeth
Challenge accepted smiles unprotected
Self esteem is a made up thing.
Paint your face.
Lose weight.
What’s the point of it?
Does being pretty make you a better person?
Confidence doesn’t like to be around me. He disguises himself, as Ego, then bursts out of my head. The minute I catch him, he disappears.
Sometimes, I call for him.
Sometimes it's euphoric
Drunk with pride and confidence
On my high horse
Looking staright ahead
Other times a 180 turn occurs
Hell on my mind
It's dark, I'm timid
Sometimes it's euphoric
Drunk with pride and confidence
On my high horse
Looking staright ahead
Other times a 180 turn occurs
Hell on my mind
It's dark, I'm timid
mirror, mirror on the wall
let the image i see fall
let me see what's underneath
hidden beside by insecurities
let me be mended, restored, repaired
rid me of despair; even if it strips me bare.
Dear anyone who’s going through a rough time,
Currently, I’m on a riptide. Life has slowly began to come to a high but
I know, in time another fall will follow. I had to be hurt, many times
Dear Body,
What do you make me feel fat and insecure?
Why do you do it? I'm not sure
My whole life I've struggled to lose weight
I'd put less and less on my plate
Middle school was not fun
Dear Acne,
Because of you I can barely stand to look in the mirror
I see my facial landscape
Patchy red plains meet blackhead hills.
Morning dew trickled off my eyelashes
Like an afterthought of last night’s storm
I fell asleep drowning in my pillowcase
My mind is a computer,
It plays games,
Process information,
Turns to power-saving mode.
But if this is true,
Then what are my disorders?
They are flash drives,
If only you knew the lengths I would go to be able to tell you how much I love you.
Or the amount of pain I would endure to spend another night falling asleep in your arms.
So close yet so far, to freedom and death.
Freedom from hurt, pain, abuse, chains, bruises, tears, fights, cuts, offensive words, breakdowns, loneliness and depression.
Let me tell you where I'm at
Here at night supposedly alone,
Listening to songs that make me feel whole.
However there is Disappointment,
Self hate and his sister Anxiety,
All of them sleeping over.
What a twisted game I play,
Just me, myself, and I.
A game so quiet that no one knows,
It exists in my mind, and in my life.
What a twisted game,
I keep to myself.
The game before a mirror,
I smile in the mirror and whisper the words to myself, “You’re pretty”
But my reflection says back, “No you’re not.
You’re more than just pretty.
In this generation why
why is it that the number of likes on your latest selfie
determines your beauty
While the girl behind the screen
hides her insecurity behind the filters
My job isn't to make you feel comfortable
To show that I care about how you feel about me
Everyone repeat after me: MY worth is not diminished by what others think or say about me.
ALL TOGETHER NOW.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the loneliest of them all
She walks for miles alone and cold
Never having a hand to hold
And now she lays upon the ground
To sleep forever, safe and sound
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
A lot of people know me as
@haleythebirdie singing "All That Jazz"
Or lockedinabirdcage
Analyzing why paper beats rock
And for those followers, I am on stage on the web when I talk
Or 15byerha
Three months.
That's how long I wore makeup in eighth grade-
How long I tried to fit ubiquitous standards.
Solutions for fear of inadequacy:
What do you see,When you look in the mirror?You see you,And I see me.We are different,That is perfect,And how it's supposed to be.
Beauty has made her choice.
She chose the Beast.
Beauty is intelligent.
She chose her books.
Beauty is kind.
She chose happiness.
Beauty is fearless.
"Who is this? Nigga on IG, always on posting pics.
Never get the chicks.
Always with the shits.
Man that nigga lame.
I blow more L’s and got way more change”
I wish to swim far out and never see land again
Penetrate the greatest depths of the world
Find the mermaids who hide in my dreams
And become the girl I always wanted to be
There is only one “me”
Just one, not three
We may share names by simple fate
but our varied by history, life, and taste.
Everyone is an individual, they are them since birth
I am not flawless.
I have flaws.
But I try to live my life lawless,
break down my walls.
My dear I ask what is wrong with me?
Why is that they laugh?
I've stripped myself, I've made it clear, I've taken on their path
Still they mock, still they cluck
Like I am such a fool
I am a flower. I am beautiful an strong but when I was a seed, I never thought I would've grown to be as tall or smell as sweet as the other flowers.
From day to day we fight to see the beauty behind thee,
these cuts we cover dust to find the strength within the idea of we,
anger leads to failure to go where we strive to be,
denial of hope in the beauty we do not see,
I will like meEven though for yearsBut for what felt more likeA millenniumI thought I was a mistake
Fancy clothes, all the boys, all the shoes.
Yes Girl.
That sounds like the dream, everything you need materialistic things. You're so heartless it stings.
Yes Girl
Her eyes
Grass and leaves and earth
Lily pads and ice and sea
Her hair
Light and sand and gold
Sun and glimmer and fire
Her smile
Small and fragile and soft
I Am A Shooting Star
Once You See Me I Amaze You
But By Time You See Me, Im Already Gone
My Existence Has Already Been No Longer
Dead To The Outside, But Alive In Your Mind
Hey.
Hi
Are you ever going to answer me?
Daddy, I know I have screwed up alot, but please just say hi?
What they see is merely the reciprocal of reality; wretched bodies tainted by calloused flaws.
They overlook the constellations in their pores and only acknowledge the darkness inbetween.
Mom a word that's supposed to mean safety,but to me it's the epitome of MAYBE,
MAYBE she'll be here tonight or tomorrow,
MAYBE out drinking, I'm thinking,
this word mom makes me feel irate,
At my high school, I was a guy that everybody knew.
Everybody would dap me up and say "That Boy Rube."
They could easliy point me out by the waves in my hair and the color of my shoes.
I have always admired the strong.
We as a whole have been taught to idolize those who can carry the burden of thousands
and manage to exert unimaginable strength in pulling the corners of their lips into a smile.
A slim waist.
A perfectly proportioned face.
No shape.
Fake.
The idea of a role model is twisted and deflicted by society.
See girls are told to love them selves
I’ve come to realize, i’ve been living in my own lies.
Fully submerged, head beneath the surface
living my daily life without a purpose
i was a hypocrite to my own speech
“chin up buttercup” i’d always preach
I am me
I am not you. I am me.
I am not he and I am not she. I am Jordan. I am me.
I am not a welcome mat.
You can’t just walk all over me.
The world has not seen who I really am
There is a fear whom one may know
I am a girl who is afraid to show
My laugh is loud and filled with joy
People see me as if I’m a toy
Fitting In.
Well what does that mean?
There are many meanings.
To relate just wonder,
but don't blunder.
You want to be part of a group
Have friends to relate too.
I don't make friends easily,
I don't put makeup on my clear face,
I don't have a sexual drive.
In teen words. I am pretty much a fail.
I assume I don't belong.
To be honest, everyone's so similar and
When my wings got seared off by the sun,
when i free fell, saw the ashes of my hopes and dreams
gently floating after me, I thought I was done,
that the ocean would end my agony
The same brain, body and gender.
Having a light make-up,
We go out.
Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.
As usual...
jump head first into the
flaming inferno because he told you so
try not to sweat
when he calls you a pussy
let the third degree burns be a
reminder to never trust a soul
There are moments in the night when I wish for someone to lay next to me,
embrace me in their arms,
and not let me go till the moon finally takes its leave.
Inside of me there is an asylum,
surrounded by a moat of milky light bulbs;
the only bridge burned long ago.
The dungeon holds a dragonfly
She looks like heaven
to me
She says no but that's okay
not everyone can see
The way her eyes shine in the morning
My skin,
my bones
are crumbling.
My remains
are
becoming dust.
And from my
decomposing
self,
I hope that
your flowers
will grow,
I am fragile.
To look at me you would see a young woman standing at 5 ft. 3 inches and think
“Of course she is fragile.”
But no…
My stature does not determine my strength.
Dear teenage girls,
Marc Jacobs once said, "Young girls need to learn that sexiness isn't about being naked."
Dear thirteen year old girl in line in front of me at forever 21,
Humbled by pin drops
Of dust
And of fire
Burning the darkness and filling the nothing
Surrounding her,
She closed her eyes and wished herself
To a night where they couldn’t see her,
You have to love me for who I become
what I create, what I say, what I see,
what I give, not what I take.
You cannot love me for what I need
what I want, what I’ve been given.
I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he
lindy hopped on smooth wood
without looking in the studio mirror.
It wasn’t so lovely once you came
not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,”
My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter,
Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
I've seen bullying in my life,
I've been on both sides.
Some people say it's not the place to be,
But I must say...
"I just get off on the pain."
-
Now, it's been a while,
She used to be the sweetest girl ever, but her life became stuck in a sour chapter.
She cries as she lies wide awake at night.
Trying to keep her mind from losing this fight.
The lights, the dancing lights
Look at the view Young lady
Look at the view
There’s an open world out there
But it’s closed off to you
You need money
Still, avarice is a sin
Momma said when it comes to my subject matter
Always speak the truth on real subjects that really matter
When I'd be in pain she'd always ask baby what's the matter
I see a flower blooming in the dark. No sunlight or fed nights
Shes a little seed tryna live life
Got a hold on of what she can't see
Being fooled by those...
I am the master of my fate
I once said to all who hate
The words they said are bad
And once heard, can make me sad
Make a fist Five points of power, Five points of fight, Swing it.
A word used to portray a person thinking or coming up with ideas, is now used to describe a girl who has some messed up ideals.
In the darkness of the night, the deep recesses of my mind, overbearing thoughts tear away and fumbles with my mental grace.
We waste our time of day fretting over our subdual to the nachos
We waste our time of day obsessing over the knick in our expensive boots
Society paints an image
in a young girl's head.
A contrived idea of perfection
makes her wish she were dead.
Society gives the boy false judgement,
he believes the wrong is right
Overly concerned with imperfections,
I couldn't bear my own reflection.
I was slowly coming apart at the seams.
I was struggling with low self-esteem.
As I ponder and start to recall,
I'm trying so hard to be confident
But in a world full of false hope and lies
Its a struggle, is it not clearly evident.
The fact that world has become so fake and so plastic
Bruno Mars lied to you girl.
He said that you are beautiful just the way you are, but you aren’t.
My friend,
you are beautiful just the way you are supposed to be!
Not plastic:
covered in powder,
I look around
At all the girls looking down
I understand
I was once that girl playing in the sand
I know of the haunting pasts
And I know of the shady casts
I can relate to your fear
I'm trying to figure out
the exact moment when
you decided you were worthless.
Because in you I see
Eyes that sparkle,
Pearly Whites,
and a Heart of Gold.
You are a treasure,
Your words
Sharper than a knife
Thrown at my heart and I’m left bleeding inside
My whole life has been lived through your eyes
Nothing can ever be mine
Empty compliments
welcome to the issuewhere emotions are lost in the words we’ve foundbut i’m here to change thatactivate switch to operate: freedom is choicehow to do everything right: forgive yourself
I brought you into this world I can take you out.
These are familiar words that every black child hears when they act up
The Father, our Father
clenches his jaw and whispers these words into our ears
im leaving a tattoo on my skin
my heal, my hip, of how ve been
a home made reminder, always there
reminding me to starve beyond compare
to not consume for days or weeks
wait for the body that i should seek
I'm back, but I'm falling apart
I'm back, but I'm lacking the heart,
That I need to keep movingAnd what do I think I'm proving? Starving for attentionReceiving it in the form of tension,
My body is malformed.
It has every single limb but I can't conform.
The thighs, the sides, the stomach, the hands;
they're all too round, too soft.
She’s not the definition of perfection
As she studies her reflection
Theirs pieces missing, pain and tears
Surrounded by self-conscious thoughts and fears
Theirs a girl with a smile, forced for all to see
I can easily change my clothes
to a style that's more pleasing.
I'll ignore the number
that the tag reads.
You're worth that much
--even more--
to me.
I can easily change my body
If you are on this Earth,
you are free.
You.
Yourself,
with your own
thoughts,
beliefs,
loves,
I promise YOU this,
As Life goes on days will turn brighter
Pain is only temporary and this too shall pass
Come along with me and you will eventually see what's it like to become free
It tells me I can't eat
It tells me to throw up what I do eat
It tells me I'm not good enough
It tells me I need to do 700 crunches a day
It bells me I'll never be skinny
It tells me I can't gain weight
Look into this mirrorAsk me what I seeThe answer could be really simple,I see me! Only the outside; just what everybody else sees
You want to scream
But struggle to breathe,
For you cannot speak,
For the air is cold
And the words cannot move
From the demon that wants out.
It wants to move and scream and escape
I am not a real person
I am an outer shell,
wrapped in a mind that wants to be separate.
I am skin and fat and blood and dust.
I am thoughts and decisions that no one understands, not even i.
I am not a real person.
I am an outer shell,
wrapped in a mind that wants to be seperate.
I am skin, and fat, and blood, and dust.
We never really knew what it meantto be beautifulbecause they never showed ushow we were beautifulThey always told you could do your hair bettersmile biggernicer clotheschange change change
When I look in the mirror
What do I see?
I see my future, past and present
I can see the pain of the girl who was a loser
The girl that was picked last to be on teams
Four years ago
I saw a girl
I didn't think she was very pretty
Her face wasn't too bad
She had sparkly eyes with long eyelashes
Almost pretty
A question that I often wonder
Fills my mind while the quiet world sleeps.
It seems to pull my sanity asunder,
And the better part of my brain it always reaps.
For a long time I changed myselfBecause I never gave myself the Time and opportunity the ability to Understand myself
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light
Truth behold,
I'm a queen.
So fucking royal,
I got Satan warming my seats.
So, you better have money for this boss.
Cuz I'm Jack the Ripper motherfucker.
My blade has frost.
I'm killing Santa Clause
I'm too awesome.
You already know.
I keep my wrist frosty,
Like a snow globe.
In Jesus name.
So, I'm not sinning.
I'm a good girl.
So, I keep on winning.
IM NO HOE.
IM NOT YOUR TOOL
IM NOT YOUR BIT**
IM HIS LOVE
IM HIS HELP
IM HIS WOMEN
YOU CALL ME YOU SIDELINE
HE CALLS ME HIS PRICLEES DIME
YET, I RUN TO YOU SIDE
Look into my eyes.
I want you to see, sweet angel,
That it's okay,
Not to be okay.
I know you are sad,
broken.
I am too.
I want you to smile,
Because you are perfect.
Doormat.
For others to wipe their feet on,
and enter, clean,
into new oppurtunity,
new space to grow and explore and fill
and freedom of dominance
Doormat.
She cant help but to feel,
every eye slithering up her spine
as she slowly takes her seat in the back row,
giggles cause her to put her head down,
water floods the desk an begins to drip slowly
Her electric soul,
her aching soul
is scared and shines a
cowardly light.
They call her humble,
humble and divine.
Who wouldn’t love a girl
with skin so fine?
High school, a melting pot for social cliques.
The lunchroom is in a simple layout.
Jocks on the left, nerds in the middle, and everyone else dispersed in the nearest seat.
You try to change me. you can't stand the way I look, the choices I make, the choices i've made, the friends i have, and you judge the slightest move i make. You can't handle the way I age.
As she lies in bed, another body hovers over her being.
A grown man thrusting his hips into what we'll call her pelvis
is all she's been seeing.
I know mommy's proud now...right?
Anger is pointless
Anger can thrill
Anger is useless
Anger can kill
Anger is consuming
Consuming like hate
Consuming your soul
Consuming your fate
Stay calm and breathe
I write because I can be happy
I write because I can be free
Writing helps me express unwanted & hidden feelings
Writing is what showcases ME
They always has an opinion
formulating what's wrong or right
They utter words that damage hearts
destroy dreams
and alter lives
Is a girl worth so much more rather than what she holds between her thighs?
In her mind, she asks what she’s really worth
When no one takes her for who she is.
Scared that no one will like her for who she is.
Self esteem
SELF RESPECT
Feeling good about yourself, image and all.
Having RESPECT for yourself, body and all.
Standing in the mirror, pleased with what you see.
Appearing in the reflection of lights,
Mystical and quiet, with sea deep eyes,
Her form changing day and night,
The creature I see who brings me fright.
Waking up, I hope that today will be a good day.A good body image day that is.
I make my way to the bathroom.First thing I make eye contact with is my biggest enemy: My mirror.
No is to yes
As silence is to aquiesce
I told you no
But yes ripped through my body like a thousand hammers bearing down on my will power
Your eyes insisted as my body resisted
A poet wears no badge,
nor hat with "literate"
scrawled across it,
nor x-ray glasses with which
to examine all inequities
in every passerby passing by
A poet wears a mask,
You know the little girl who rode bikes all day ?
The one who didn't have a care ?
You remember her back in 99?
She wasn't the prettiest but she was bright ?
You didn't quite thinking it then..
I just wanted closure
I wanted to start a new chapter
I longed for the day I could move on
And let go of the one person I was chasing after
I cried oceans of tears at night
The struggle and pain is real and pure.
Living a life you never wanted to live
And also enduring the pain that it brought.
Everyday that should be a bright and sunny day,
Is dark and full of misery.
Shoutout to the people who are always themselves,
who stay true to orginality not caring who else,
is paying attention to way the look or the way they act,
and like having a life thats not staying on one simple track,
To degrade self esteem
Of a human soul
Can degrade life itself
Depression takes its toll
For the weak
Don't feel complete
Until withering
Has reached its peak
Utter despair strikes
To degrade self esteem
Of a human soul
Can degrade life itself
Depression takes its toll
For the weak
Don't feel complete
Until withering
Has reached its peak
Utter despair strikes
This book will bleed no blood
Only the shrieks of my inner ambition and concept
Raw vision.
I am a conceptualist and a realist
with a superficial story behind my self esteem.
You say I lie I clearly can't remember
Everyone forgets about me in December
Friends quickly turn into enemies toward me
No one seems to be talking about anything but me
In a cruel way nothing but hidden laughs
Do you believe that im telling you the truth?
Do you trust that i would never try to hurt you?
Do you think that i left you to be mean?
Do you ever wonder what life could have been like if you didnt do that?
Why try?
Why care?
Why love?
Nothing ends happily.
The world is dark
And painful
And you're all alone.
No one wants you.
No one wants to see you.
Other things are more important.
As the lights go out
Our minds begin to render thoughts and things we pushed back.
Back to the depths of what we fear.
Fear of the times we dare not share,
If I caught a glimpse of beauty there,
it was in the plastic waistlines
of perfect posing bodies,
headless, yet still all I aspired--
still more desirable than I could ever wish to be.
I forget everything
You say to me
All because I know
It means nothing
Absolutely nothing
All because you
Habitually tell me lies
I fail to believe you
Because of your stories
Sometimes I feel like the whole world is against me,
My teachers, my friends, and even my family.
I go to school feeling lonely and ugly.
One minutes I feel happy, then suddenly,
I feel depressed and thoroughly,
The sun, clouds, moon and stars
Represent what you are to me
Amazing, powerful, compassionate, a friend
Describes how I see you
We never truly see ourselves;
Only reflections or images.
Perhaps that is why we rely
On others’ opinions of our looks.
If we truly saw, I wonder if our thoughts would change.
Skipping rocks on a still pond
not knowing the depths or how long
as it breaks the cool surface
it sinks into a rink of uncertain
getting knocked down
wave after wave
Take off your glasses
Before another second passes
Exchange them for rose colored lens
The world proably bends
from negativey to creativy
I bet you gained a different perspective
Born looking “white”
Grew up looking “bright”
Born to be a gift
Grew up on feelings I could not lift
Born to be beautiful
Grew up to be judgmental
I wanna be the bitch in the media.
I wanna be shallow and have power
I wanna have the power to tell girls they’re inadequate
I wanna fuck up self esteems, hurt feelings, kill dreams
He stares right through me
The feeling of consumption surrounds my air
I can see his eyes, solid black with no conscience
He seeks me for his own gain
To trash what he see's in front of him
From the top of your head to the soles of your feet
Baby girl you are beautiful and this you should believe
Don't be confined by the lies of yesterday, look forward to tomorrow, and be glad you made it to today.
No way out ,I'm trapped
Can breathe can move I'm under attack
Dark, lonely don't nobody love me
Or atleast that's what I thought
I was a prisoner
Crying save me from me
I've got nothing left to say
I'm all out of words that have never been spoken before.
my creative juices are all dried out and
my brain wants to take a nice long, luxurious rest.
I'm just so tired.
I know how it feels,
To wake up in the morning and not know the deal.
Wondering if your dreams will ever come true,
Or if all your efforts will just fall through
Fall through the cracks on the path of reality,
I want to be beautiful, she said.
Then they'll love me.
The ones who pulled my hair,
Tugged at my hand-me-downs,
Tore open the wounds made fresh,
day after day.
