You’d think that after all this time, i would’ve found a way to appreciate myself for the way i am. but you’re wrong. when i look in the mirror, i see regret in the form of dark circles under my eyes from staying up too late. my laziness is reflected in the extra skin hanging from my thighs. even when i am content with what i see in front of me, i wonder how i’d look if i saw what was inside. would i still have the clear, soft skin that everyone adores? or would i be covered in bruises from being thrown away so many times? would my back still stand straight the way it does now? or will i be hunched over, exhausted from carrying what’s not meant to be mine? i wonder if my eyes would resemble those of a child when they plead for a new toy. i wonder if my feet would still remain steady on cold, concrete ground. i wonder, if i saw myself in the mirror the way i see myself in my mind, would i even be able to find a person standing in front of me?
Saeran kim 📌
twenty. taurus. ravenclaw. sub. single, not looking. softie. can’t spell for shit. loves all his friends, even if they aren’t tagged. has 1.5k+ memes. tiny brain, big heart. wants a pet hedgehog named pablo. slow replier. say hi!!