I wanted to be perfect
I wanted to be thin
Anything I could do to try to fit in.
I wouldn't eat for many weeks
So I wouldn't be considered one of the geeks.
All of the cheerleaders, tore me apart.
And all of there rude comments, took me to heart.
I didn't lose just weigh,I lost much much more.
I watched my spirit and happiness fall to the floor.
I wasn't myself, and I ignored my friends
To follow suit,and to follow the trends.
One morning I looked in the mirror every few seconds
Only to grimace, and scowl at the reflection.
But as I stared, I noticed something that wasn't there before
I thought for hours, and laid the scale on the floor
The numbers went this way and that, I felt great
As the numbers came to a hault, it read "48"
I had to gain weight,I knew that
and at that I knew I wasn't fat
i was perfect,and made the way I was made
I didn't need the cheerleaders to take notice of me,and give me a grade.
I needed my friends, and the ones that didn't cost..
To whom it may concern, these are the months I almost gave up, and lost.
