Darkness over took my small room. I sat there in the darkness tears running down my face. I closed my eyes for a brief second phrases and words from those nasty photo comments flooding into my mind faster then I could bear. I pulled my legs into my chest placing my head in between my knees as I started to bawl. My arms wrapped around my calves hugging myself I desperately wished for sympathy or love. Not a trace of comfort was given, I didnt love myself. Shaking my head I asked God why he made me this way. Why I was made the broken soul, in the body containing the looks I now despised. I hugged my knees again wishing to feel some type of feeling besides a tight squeeze. The night grew on as my tears continued to fall. Asking God if he could somehow change me, somehow make me love myself. Then for some reason I knew he couldnt. I knew only I could. But I also knew I would never be able to.
No matter how hard I tired my self esteem kept falling. And the last thing I wanted was for the world to see me.