I picked up another one of those reading well books today, this time one about body image, because that is something I struggle with. One of the first activities says to describe your body image issues using a creative method of your choice, so I chose something I obviously enjoy, poetry.
I got the inspiration for this particular poem from how people continuously tell me that I look pretty, but I never seem to believe them, no matter how much they try to convince me that I do. I wish I could see it too, as I am aware other people in my shoes wish they could also.
Although I do have problems with the way I look, I do love my eyes, because they are green, which is a rare occurrence according to the percentage of people who have that colour eyes. Not only do I love them, but other people do also, which I appreciate.