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(SPRING 2021) I Hate My Face | Anonymous

Updated: Jan 20, 2022

I hate my face.

The asymmetrical sides engaged in a war of attrition

a never ending competition of which eye can be more tired

which eyebrow more scraggly.

I hate my nose

awkwardly long and bulbous

undecided between whether it wants to turn up when I frown

or turn down when I smile.

I hate my chin

cowering under my lips

pointlessly,

for they are so thin

that they disappear when I smile

as if ashamed of my happiness.

Maybe I sound vain

but sometimes I look at a picture

and try to hold back the tears

as I pick apart every miniscule detail

which only I can notice

until I can’t recognize myself anymore

and wish for for a world without mirrors

or

beauty standards.


But

What if I could love my face?

How my eyes crinkle into stars when I laugh

and burn with courage

when I speak?

My eyebrows

that dance around my forehead

when I tell a good story?

My nose alerts me to

the scent of pumpkin muffins

wafting up to my room

before lunch has even crossed my mind.

And my lips fold into my skin

to let me smile extra wide

a feat that would be impossible

without my chin.

Some days are better than others

but in the end


it’s just a face

and it doesn’t even scratch the surface

of who I really am.

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