Miss. Lizzza
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I understand insecurity. I understand how it is to feel like you are just never good enough for anything. To think to yourself that hey, you'll probably be picked last for a ball game, or that no one will notice you because they are too busy staring down the Blonde with breast as big as your head, or that when you go home, somehow you've disappointed your mother yet again. When I look into the mirror I see two girls staring back at me. One is confident, she's cute and she knows she is. She jokes around laughing, and dances to music flowing from inside her heart. Her name is Liza. The other girl is shivering all over. She looks me up and down and pinches my arms. She stands still and I can feel her sigh. She notices everything. Every detail, and she's not satisfied. Not yet. Her name is Liza. If I must say so, I'm getting really tired of the second girl. She's so annoying, yet I'm not sure I can ever let go this strive for a image of perfection, which is fine, because I don't ever want to lose that. The first girl smiles, I feel her warmth growing stronger everyday and I know it's going to be beautiful, if not, at least a beautiful disaster.
So I understand insecurity. The lack of faith in oneself. What I do not understand, is how a person can be so damn insecure, they go seeking the misfortune of other poor souls, and feeding off their pain. I can't stand people who have to belittle people all the time, so that they can feel a little bit bigger. They call others ugly and disgusting, so they can pretend they are just that much more beautiful. In my eyes, whatever crude things they say about other people they don't even know, are really how they feel about themselves. So go ahead, keep searching for these "ugly" people, keep laughing at them, keep it up, because if you peel the mask away, that "fat" girl you're laughing at, that's you.
So I understand insecurity. The lack of faith in oneself. What I do not understand, is how a person can be so damn insecure, they go seeking the misfortune of other poor souls, and feeding off their pain. I can't stand people who have to belittle people all the time, so that they can feel a little bit bigger. They call others ugly and disgusting, so they can pretend they are just that much more beautiful. In my eyes, whatever crude things they say about other people they don't even know, are really how they feel about themselves. So go ahead, keep searching for these "ugly" people, keep laughing at them, keep it up, because if you peel the mask away, that "fat" girl you're laughing at, that's you.