Lying

I see how my stomach looks when I am standing in my bra.

I see how my face looks without any makeup on.

I see how my chin looks when I look down at my reflection.

I see how my arms sag when I have them up.

I see how my thighs jiggle when I walk or run.

I see how my boobs look when I am wearing a top.

I see how my acne looks when I wash my face.

I see how my legs look when I sit down.

I see how my hair looks when I wake up in the morning.

I see how I get wrinkles when I smile.

I see how my stretch marks are visible when I sit down.

     See, the thing about me is I can see every little detail about my self that other people cannot see and I see every little flaw that other people do not even notice.

     So when I do not accept your compliments about me being beautiful, it is honestly because I feel like I am not, and I would be lying if I said I am.