Jun 1, 2015

If wishes were fishes...

I used to wish to be thin...
Thin, beautiful and frail.
No. Matter. What.
I would be perfect.

I wished and I wished, but no one seemed to hear me.

Even when I became so small...

Still empty inside. Sometimes I wished for the pain to end. For the hunger to kill me from the inside out.

Now I wish for life, for happiness and peace.

I want to accept my curves and flaws just as they are. 
I want to be healthy as long as I live. And I want to thank God that no one listed to my first wish.

But I can't.

I'm confused and it confuses me.

stay strong. and keep on keeping on. whatever it is you're keeping-on on.

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