I'm seven.
My main concern is
What game I'll play at recess.
I suffer through math,
Go to lunch,
And end up playing four square.
I'm nine.
My main concern is
My poster on the Native Americans.
I use up my markers
Add some stickers as a special touch
And get an A.
I'm eleven.
My main concern is
Navigating the middle school hallways
I make some friends
Tough it out
And somehow, I end up surviving.
I'm thirteen.
My main concern is
The fat on my thighs, my tummy, my cheeks
I don't know how to stop
I keep on eating
I hate myself.
I'm fourteen.
My main concern is
Looking more like the girls on my volleyball team
And less like me
Because I am fat
And I am ugly.
I'm fifteen.
My main concern is
Losing all of this weight.
How am I supposed to lose all of this weight?
I'm seventeen.
My main concern is
Showing off my new body.
I wear slim-fitting low-cut tops
And tight jeans
And I still can't love myself.
