Here's a poem, sort of satire, sort of out of spite of someone. Keep in mind, the poem is a spur of the moment thing so it won't be perfect.
Stare into the mirror
Look at my flaws
Feel every mistake
Hear every wrong.
Do my make up
With a careful hand
And a careful eye
Admire my eyes
Then sigh.
Put on my glasses
Tame my hair
Feel the pimples, along my chin
Along my nose
Close my eyes
Revel in the self loathing.
Put on more make up
Wear tighter clothing
Lose the glasses, accidentally on purpose
Pluck my brows
Dye my hair
Act out more
Sell my naked photos for money
To afford bigger breasts
And a smaller nose
Fall into despair
Love those who hurt me
Drink more
Flirt more
Numbing my pain
Go home and rest
After a long life of distress
Take a bath to calm my senses
Grab my razor
And slit my wrists
Maybe I'll finally be beautiful
Once I'm drained of blood
Honestly, because of an anonymous user on here, I now like myself a lot more than I did before.
He didn't tell me "You're so beautiful."
He nit-picked what he didn't like about me.
So just to spite him, I ended up liking my looks more. And I really do. It's weird though, I'd usually get depressed over it but now, I'm happy.
So whoever you are anonymous asshole, thank you. :)
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