I’m walking down the sidewalk going to the next store,
I look up and I see pretty girls.
I look down again fast hoping they don’t see me, Be invisible.
Thin, Pretty, Perfect hair, Beautiful eyes, and the perfect body.
I am, I’m just like them I’m beautiful,
I don’t have perfect hair and I don’t exactly have the prettiest eyes.
I’m fat I have curves and my waist isn’t a size 2.
I make eye contact with them and smile slightly, they smile back and say hello.
They talked to me!
Maybe my mom was wrong maybe I’m beautiful.