She said I wasn’t beautiful enough.
She wished I had been more like her.
She said I should’ve brushed my hair.
She told me I didn’t look good enough.
That I wore my clothes wrongly.
That I picked the wrong color of shoes.
That I should’ve been more confident.
That I could’ve done better to look nicer.
That I could’ve been prettier.
She taught me how to take a pose.
She told me a better angle for my picture.
Never once she told me I was okay.
That I was fine and hell yeah I was good enough.
That it didn’t matter if I didn’t smile all the time.
That I was worth to be with even when my choice of clothes was lame.
So, one day I told her.
That I say if I am beautiful. I say if I am strong. I say if I am cool.
That I am more than just my looks.
That she will not determine my story.
That I will.
Haura Emilia Erwin (inspired by Amy Schumer)