I'm expected to have a picture perfect face always, and I'm told my calves and arms are my father's.
The girls at school say I look like a man, and ignore my attempts to befriend them.
My stomach's not flat, and my legs aren't always shaved.
I'm not the perfect picture of a girl, they say.
But who's 'they' anyway?
They, are the girls down the hall, and the way men look at me on the street.
They say that they like thick, curvy girls, but they lie.
Fat is never looked at as an asset, but more, as gross.
Short nails, unpainted, ugly, and tried to be avoided at all possible points.
What am I supposed to do?
My hair is long and dyed blonde, my toenails red, the hand-me-downs good quality, and, I think I'm pretty.
Even though I'm told daily that I look bigger than the day before.
Even though I strictly count my calories, and
even though there's a self made sign on my wall that says
'youre fat'
Well, I'm pretty.
I'm pretty much thin, and can basically fit in.
I'm pretty sure they still say things behind my back, even though I never do.
And I'm pretty certain that I'll never be good enough.
