I’m Not Ugly

I’ve been sobbing silently for many years now.

I have constantly felt like I was treading in quicksand.

Trapped in my blame. My guilt. My fury.

The finger was always pointed at me.

I felt so ugly for 6 years now.

And I am slowly realizing now, that I am quite the opposite.

My moans have been silenced.

No one could touch me.

I need to be touched.

I need intimacy.

I need affection.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t sweat.

I couldn’t eat.

I never want to feel ugly again.