You never liked you, no matter what it led to it only got worse- resulting in eating disorders, self harm, depression, anything. Youd always get better. not long enough for you to love yourself, yet you always saw such small things as beautiful. Birds chirping in the morning, the way people talked- just regular things. but no matter you hated yourself. today you were hanging with miles- he randomly spoke to you. Miles: "I wish you saw yourself the way you see everything else.." he whispered