5 foot 2,
Blonde hair and blue eyes,
Yes, I can feel your judgment
and you don't even realize.
Anorexic and twig were my names growing up,
but I guess that's fine as long as you're not a fat chump.
"You're so skinny!
So skinny.
So skinny...."
Dance in my head,
as teachers, student, friends point out the one thing I dread.
Body.
A girl's body is her most insecure part,
yet being short and skinny is somehow accepted to point out like art.

I am a small girl with big ideas,
and I just want to heard without being ripped into pieces,
or looked at like museums,
and I have many reasons,
because I deserve my freedom.

Freedom from the names,
and freedom from the games,
because I have high aims,
and ****** this girl has brains.

So look at me, and you'll see,
A girl struggling to breath,
under the waters of judgement and discrimination,
where I am a 5 foot 2 woman in a man controlled nation.

Let me begin again.
5 foot 2
Blonde hair and blue eyes,
longing to be a movie director
yet they say it will end in too many hopeless tries.

Let me begin again.
5 foot 2
Blonde hair and blue eyes,
Forget your dreams girl,
say your goodbyes.

No. Let me begin again.
5 foot 2 inches of pure personality.
Blonde hair and blue eyes that strike you with intensity.
Future film director in your presence.
My voice loud for those who don't get acceptance.
And guess what?
I make my own reality.
And in the future you'll see,
and you'll come up to me and plea.
"Wow Sarah, you're so amazing! One million dollars in the box office opening night! Remember me?"
And I will simply look at you,
as though you were 5 foot 2,
just like you did to me.