Just MeStupid. Ugly. Unconfident. Big nosed. Depressant. Less than average.
It's me really. It describes me to a t. I should be nicer about myself and describe my strengths. But really what can I say? I'm good at .... well nothing. I'm not super intelligent, good at sports, the life of the party. I don't have a unique skill.
I'm just me. Plain, boring, unexciting me. I try to change but I can't. I'll always be me and you can only change so much.
Being loved only helps so much. Because honestly I don't know why he loves me sometimes. I'm probably the most average person I know except I barely meet average.
It gets easier to put on a front. To fake it. If you fake it enough you can believe it. And sometimes I do. When he tells me I'm beautiful. When I do something well. When I look somewhat decent. For a short while I can almost convince myself I'm worth something. Then I look in the mirror. Or say something stupid. Or make a mistake. And I'm back to being me. Just me.