It is you.

I am the problem. I realized I am the problem. I over think, and I over analogize, but I failed to see I am the
common denominator in all that is wrong. This epiphany does not come lightly, as I have been in denial for some time. The people who love you, only see who they love, but are blind to the reality. Its makes all the advice about loving and accepting yourself pretty useless. 

My mind is my worst enemy. It tells me things I know are true, and my feelings become hurt when others see it. Yet, those who disagree, think I have low self esteem.This is not refreshing news. It is not refreshing because I just do not care to do anything about it.  I am tired of trying to improve something that is obviously in my destiny. I have done serious damage to myself just to be accepted. Why fight it? I just have to grow tougher skin, and learn to deal with those who see the truth, and love those who love me enough to ignore it. I am a black women without curves, I have a gut, and no butt! Fuck it!