Here's to the friend that you've out grown,
The one whose name is left unknown,
The one who wiped away your tears,
And sought to hold your hand,
When others turned the other way,
No beginning, just an end.

She's the one you turned to,
The one that you called a friend,
She laughed with you, she cried with you,
And felt it was her duty,
To remind you of your worth,
And all your inner beauty,

When other's eyes can only dwell,
Upon your exposed outer shell.
They saw a fat girl steeped in braces,
Not seeing you they turned their faces.
But she was there to whisper,
When others didn't care.

she held your secrets in her heart,
That friends like you could share,
You never had to be alone,
But now she is, 'cause you've out grown her for those others whose laughs you share,
As you run carefree through the air.

Time has eased your form and face,
But she's the one who knew your grace,
When those who you now call a friend saw no beginning...
Only end.

-C.S. Dweck
"Chicken Soup for the Teenage SOUL" book