People in my family look at me and say
Where has the time gone
All I say back is
Away

They look at me and say it all the time
Things like why did you grow up so fast?
Or stop growing up

I look at them and say
Something like what are you talking about? It took me years to look this fabulous
Or if I could I would

Sometimes my comebacks are silly
Sometimes they are serious

There is just that one question that I hate being asked
Where did that little girl go?
To that I say
She grew up
But in my head I think
she died a long time ago

They ask it all the time
And I say something different every time
But I always think the same thing

*that little girl died a long time ago

They tell you to be yourself then they judge you
Judge you for the mistakes you’ve made in the past
The past which is meant to be forgotten
Forgotten, so bad thoughts would never last.

No make-up can make your identity.
Your identity should not be defined by your weight.
Your weight couldn’t matter any less
Any less than what they want you’d get hate.

Everyone forces you to follow what’s usual
What’s usual about girls that are skin and bones?
Bones of thousands of self conscious people
People that were never happy in their own homes.

Pressure of perfection exerted by the society
The society that is no more perfect than you.
You and your heart should be all that you follow
Follow so that to yourself you’d be true.