I have a wart on my nose

I have a wart on my nose.

Do you see it? Probably not. I see it because I look at myself every day. I stare in the mirror, maybe obsessing… always thinking about my faults, my imperfections, Where is my beauty? Why can’t I look past the wart? Why do I project my feelings of inadequacy, of insecurity, of lack of self confidence on every one I meet. They won’t like me because I’m fat, because I am not attractive, because I have crossed eyes, because I have a big nose, because I have a wart.

They won’t like me. They won’t like me. They won’t like me. And if they do, what then?