I’m not pretty but I’m not ugly
My skin isn’t terrible but it’s far from great
I’m as below average as you can go without being “ugly”
My forehead is too big and my chin points out
My mouth is too small and my teeth are weird
The only compliments I’ve ever received was that I’m skinny
That’s all I’m seen as
Skinny
Not pretty, not beautiful, just thin
But not in a beautiful feminine way
Just small
No chest or hips or anything
The only thing they liked was that the number on the scale was low
But there was no in between;
I’ve been told “I wish my body was as thin as yours” and “why’re you so skinny? Eat something, are you anorexic?”
They wanted the number on the scale, not my actual body or face
No one would want to look like me
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be
I know I’m me, but I don’t like me
I’d give anything to change myself
To just be able to hear a genuine compliment
Not one out of pity or because they think they need to
A genuine admiration for my appearance
But that’ll never happen
Because at the end of the day, I’ll still just be me
Not ugly but not pretty