Expectations
They can be
High as the
Clouds above
Or they can be as low
As the center of the earth
And my expectations
For myself is as high
As you can get
I want to be thin
I want the tights as thin as wrists
I want a protruding rib cage
I want to be beautiful
I want to conform and morph
To society’s expectations of
What I am supposed
To be
And
What I can do
I want to be Like the other girls
In my high school
Their hair
Shiny shimmering
And gorgeous
Other girls
Trap men’s eyes
In their thin bodies
Their walk full of purpose
And life while my
Obvious limp
Is awkward
Other girls with
Their teeth
As white  as a pure pearl
And their bodies as
Thin as sticks
And their clothes
As glamorous as a
Goddess
If I were to have
Any prayer
In my life granted
It would be to
Be
Like
Other
Girls
If only for
One day
In my life