Why do you think so little of yourself?

You stand in the mirror and you think to yourself, “Who could ever love that? Why would anyone ever want to love that?”
That monster,
That sloppy disgusting thing,
That vile creature,
You touch your whole body,
Measuring your fat to muscle ratio,
You see the lips of your favorite actress and you want hers instead of yours,
“Her nose would fit my face better,” you think to yourself,
You wear make-up in excess to hide scars that do not exist,
You receive compliments daily, but yet and still that thought persist, “Who could ever love that? Why would anyone ever want to love that?”
That monster,
That sloppy disgusting thing,
That vile creature,
I just want to grab you and get as close to your face as possible and scream, “YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER. YOU ARE NOT SLOPPY OR DISGUSTING. YOU ARE NOT A VILE CREATURE. ANGELINA JOLIE HAS NOTHING ON YOU. YOU DON’T NEED HALLE BERRY’S NOSE. GOD’S BLUSH IS ALL THE MAKE-UP YOU NEED. HOW DARE YOU HATE YOURSELF WHEN GOD LOVES YOU? HOW DARE YOU DOUBT YOURSELF WHEN GOD BELIEVES IN YOU? HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU, THINK SO LITTLE OF YOURSELF?