Disguise

Mamma told me that I was just as beautiful as the tide that ebbed and flowed 

I wondered how could she envision me that way 

When I was struggling to find even the smallest of hope to love myself

They preached to love yourself 

But how they never taught 

I envied seeing people fall in love with their bodies

And talking great about their imperfections

When all I did was hate those mere perfections 

The voices in my head would scream to me to think opposite 

To force myself to feel a kind of love I was unknown to, 

But then how could I do that , 

When all we are taught is to be someone else.