Little did I know, what little self-control I have.

As the gusts of wind fill my body with shivers,

I try to suppress my horrid thoughts.

My low self-esteem gets to me.

Fat. Ugly. Fat. Ugly. Fat.

I cannot win. 

I’m not allowed to call myself pretty, because I am not.

I have been told so for many years I am ugly, 

So that is what i’m forced to believe. 

It has no matter what you tell me,

It’s all what I believe.