The fat girl glares in envy At the one the world calls skinny And the skinny girl glares back At the one the world calls fat
Fatty wants the slender neck Skinny wants the breasts Fatty wants the tiny tummy Skinny wants the rest
Fatty wants the tiny waist Fatty wants to breathe Fatty wants to be the one The world would call pretty
But there are secrets That fatty doesn't know Like the dreams of skinny And why she feels so low
Skinny may be small But she wants to gain some weight So don't call a small girl skinny It's sometimes a very big mistake
Fat girls may look to skinny And release an angry sigh But tiny girls who can't gain weight Can kiss an ass goodbye
So the next time you look in a mirror And start to curse your flaws Remember there are girls in this world That look to you in awe
We can't always be what we want to be We can't always look the same Feelings are so much more important So don't call each other names
Appearances don't last forever But scars always remain So hug your body close Because it's beautiful all the same
All the cellulite in the world And all the bones showing through skin Shouldn't stop the smiles That would have, could have been.
Even though there was one point of time when I couldn't accept for who I am, the feelings of embarrasment, the feelings of scared, fear everything was piling on me. I keep asking myself why am I like this? Why weren't I like other girls who are so flawless?
But as times goes by, I finally realised that I was born to be like this in my own unique life. Everyone is different. Everyone can't be the same. Sometimes I find it hard the swallow the reality that I am not that flawless person but with words that are so courages from my friends, the encouragement from my bf helps me to go through all odds.
Maybe one day I can achieve what I want even if I can't do it, right now. I am able to accept the fact,slowly, step by step even though it was the hardest point that I need to take. Even if other girls are so flawless, even if they are so beautiful, maybe God had created them to be that way, and I need to accept the way I am. "He" wants me to be like this.
The road was neither easy nor difficult. I had to take things step by step. Maybe he want it to be that way.