I was told that
If I ate a little less
If I ran a little more
I would be skinny

I was told that
If I was skinny, I would be pretty
If I was skinny, boys would like me
If I was skinny, I would turn heads

So I ran, and I ate my vegetables
I watched the numbers on the scale
slowly descend
I became as skinny as the models in magazines
As skinny as the girls in my class

But no heads turned
Boys don't like me
*And I sure don't feel prettier