So it Goes...Again.

Why did you love me? I ask myself that now as I struggle to shed these perceptions you've heaped upon me.
I resent the absence of a quick answer when I know why I am lovable. Just not to you.
I will not wallow in self pity.
I suppose I will lose that ten pounds though...so, thank you.
I can go back to writing about ME without shame or fear of your dirision.
You never really understood me. You thought you did...in a really condescending way. Like you knew better FOR me. My past was nothing to celebrate or laugh about or treasure for the wealth of wisdom it afforded me. It was a liability. Something you needed to turn me away from so that girl didn't exist anymore. So that when you sit around with your friends you can talk to them about me without having to hide my humanness from them. From yourself.

Everything is superficial. Appearances.

I will be with someone who is awe of me. Because I am awe inspiring. I am beautiful. He will love me because of -not in spite of my flaws.