mother

mumma 

I wish you said I was pretty 

I long to hear those words from your mouth 

I want to feel beautiful 

But I want you to say that out  loud 

You know it hurts, 

when the whole world compliments you 

but you can never really take their words 

because of your own sweet ghosts 

that have been built in me by you 

I wish you said I was pretty 

I long to hear those words from your mouth 

I wish you made us confident 

instead of insecure and self conscious 

so much so that I now don't feel confident with myself 

and with looks and with my thoughts

complimenting might be a small thing for you but it could change a lot 

it could heal my inner doubts 

I wish you called me pretty 

I long to hear those words from your mouth 

so that when i look in the mirror 

i smile and feel proud 

so that when I talk about myself, 

I can openly say im pretty without feeling like a catfish 

or without any worry.... 

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( Hi! through this poem i really wanted to talk about insecurities and how our own family and especially our own mothers can influence us and make us believe that we are not pretty. I don't if its their way of caring but it hurts. To hear that the people you love the most think that you are unattractive, ugly, fat, stout, whatever. Our generation needs to break this cycle of torment. I hope everytime we see someone, we tell them how awesome they are. If we don't have anything nice to say then atleast we don't say something offensive, mean or rude. Lets stop putting others down and lets harbour a society where everyone feels loved and secure with themselves. Before hating someone lets think of the long term effect it could have on them.)