I feel fat and ugly, being skinny must be a dream.
I feel fat and ugly, I don’t even want to be seen.
Insecurity pisses me off, more then most things in my life.
Insecurity makes me want to cut off, my big FAT belly with a knife.
I ask my self and my insecurities, why do you do this to me?
Why do I feel doubt and pain instead of feeling pure beauty?
The answer to my question lies, somewhere deep within.
For in fact insecurity only succeeds, when I let it in.
Wording it like that sounds simple, in reality its not.
I only see a few good things, but in my flaws I see A LOT.
I have a big huge belly that hangs and flops making me feel super SICK.
Stretch mark like a tigers stripes, and thighs that are GROSS and thick.
Cellulite that marks my bum and the top of my legs too.
Maybe I’d feel less insecure if my boobs just grew and grew...
Spots on my face that regenerate and like to leave there mark.
Too much hair in all the wrong places and a fucking ugly birthmark.
I am GROSS. I am JEALOUS. All girls look better then me.
Maybe people would understand if only they could see,
how low I feel about myself and how I highlight all the worst.
I feel like my insecurities are a haunting lifelong curse.
The grass seems much greener, on the sunny side that has no thunder.
What insecurities would other girls have?
Well I could only wonder...
I feel skinny and ugly, being fat must be a dream.
I feel skinny and ugly, I don’t even want to be seen.
Insecurity pisses me off more then most things in my life,
Insecurity makes me realise no one would want me as a wife.
I ask my self and my insecurities why do you do this to me?
Why do I feel doubt and pain instead of feeling pure beauty?
The answer to my question lies, somewhere deep within.
For in fact insecurity only succeeds, when I let it in.
Putting it like that sounds simple but in reality its not.
I only see a few good things, but in my flaws I see A LOT.
I have a skin thin stomach my ribs make me feel SICK.
I have stretch marks like a tiger, I wish my legs were thick.
My bum is small and my legs are tall abnormally BONEY too.
Maybe I’d feel less insecure if my boobs just grew and grew.
Spots on my face that regenerate and like to leave there mark.
Too much hair in all the wrong places and a fucking UGLY birthmark.
I am GROSS. and JEALOUS. All girls look better then me.
Maybe people would understand if only they could see.
How low I feel about myself and how I highlight all the worst.
I feel like my insecurities are a haunting lifelong curse.
The grass seems much greener, on the sunny side that has no thunder.
What insecurities would other girls have?
Well I could only wonder.