I was born with a birthmark on a specific part of my body.
It’s darker than the rest of my skin and bigger.
It’s made me avoid looking at my reflection in the mirror,
And I can’t wear the dresses I want to.
I tried to get it lasered off.
But the doctor told me that this was how God created me.
“And if I try to fix it,” he said, “It’ll leave a mark.”
I’m scared of going into a relationship,
Because I’m afraid they’ll leave me when they see it.
That’s why I always end things before we get to the stage where they’d discover the flaw.
Those who tell you to love yourself as you are,
I’ve come to realize that they, themselves, don’t believe in what they’re saying,
And they get plastic surgery.
I don’t know how to love my body.
I hope that, one day, I’ll have self-confidence.