Maturing is such an odd phase of life. 

Puberty ran its course 

Just not in your favour 

Your figure remains unchanged. 

So you find solace in oversized clothing. 

You feel at peace when you’re swimming in your shirts and trousers. 

Your mirror becomes your enemy. 

Each glance feels like a jab.

You are at war with your reflection.

So to know how you look, 

You used a braille - your face. 

It’s feels like a road full of pot holes. 

It doesn’t really bother you. 

Or so you thought. 

But their heavy words make your head hang low. 

Their comments turn your mind into their home. 

So you tried to “fix it.” 

But each attempt feels like wearing a shoe that is two sizes smaller. 

It does not work. 

It does not help. 

It’s humiliating. 

It just leaves you in more pain.

 “Pain is Beauty.” 

Wait- 

That’s not how the saying goes.