Love

I walk into the bathroom and stare into the mirror. I look at my stomach, my face, my chin, my arms, my hips, and my lips. I wonder how anyone could love me, this thing i’m looking at in the mirror. This flawed barely human thing that I'm looking at. I don’t understand how someone could love me. I'm overweight, I'm dumb, I cry at everything, I either eat too much or don’t eat enough. I’m practically a child, a burden on anyone who tries to love me. I give up easily, I never try hard enough, and I constantly fail. When i look in the mirror all i see is the bad, but when my friends look at me, when my family looks at me, they see a strong, funny, intelligent, brave-hearted, and loving woman who’s struggling with her life, they see me and they believe in me, and most important of all they love me. They see the pieces of me falling and they pick them up one by one and sew me back together. They love me more than I believe I deserve.