For so long I had been overlooked.
I was never the pretty one, the funny one.
Never the one that was picked first.
Whilst others had queues around the block, I was the solo one.
Not one eye glimpsed my way.
I was the butters friend.
The one that tagged along to give support. The hype girl. There to gass up the one that they all flocked to.
What was wrong with me?
Why wasn’t I good enough?
Why did they never pick me?
Why didn’t they want me?
The ugly one.
The unwanted one.
Labels that I fixed upon myself for so long, that I truly started to believe.
I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t pretty enough, I was destined to stay on the shelf and never get down.
But one day I looked at myself. Really looked and I was shocked at what I saw.
I took in things that I used to think were ugly.
My lips were amazing. So many pumped chemicals into theirs, in order to get the plumpness that came so naturally to me.
My nose spoke of my history, told tales of those who came before me. Rich in their experiences, their stories, their greatness.
I was worth more than what I knew.
I didn’t need the validation of other people to prove this.
Every day that I woke up and kept being me, was testament to the greatness that I was.
Now I walk with my head held high. My feet bounce as I stride with confidence and purpose.
I live to please one person and one person only.