beautiful

My hands lock around the legs of my pants
Clenching, grasping as they lunge to the floor from my boney hips
I pull my hair back to frame my face
Cheek bones jump out to mock me
As my huge eyes laugh
They scan my frail hands
My tiny feet
My twig legs
Until they truly see
The me that was me,
Can never be me
People say I'm beautiful,
But that's not what I see

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Behold what I see
Ugly is what I shall be