Submission Series novel Chapter 3

I remember, when I used to live with my family I was never happy. Always criticizing and finding flaws in myself and my surroundings, which used to make me feel low. Insecurities brewing more than the actual reality.

My fingers don't wrap around my arm.

I wish my lips were thinner.

I look disfigured.

I am abnormally tall.

Hair...so lifeless and dull.

Eyes so sad, so sad and brown.

I would look at others and wonder how it felt to be comfortable in their own skin, their own body, and accepting it. Loving themselves and not being bothered by what people said their supposed imperfections were. It came to such a point where I would stop looking at the mirror and avoid it at all costs. Not that I needed it because my family never failed to do so. A constant reminder of what I had and much more.