There is this girl.
Perfect in every sort of way.
Skinny, popular, beautiful, a cheerleader.
It seems like every girl wants to be her.
I know I do.
And so I sit, watching from afar.

Perfect hair, perfect nose.
Perfect mouth, perfect teeth.
Perfect clothes, perfect body.
Perfect friends, perfect life.
Perfect makeup, perfect face.
I can't seem to find anything wrong with her.
Why am I not good enough?

I don't have trouble finding things wrong with me.
My thighs are too fat, my calves jiggle.
My stomach is thick, covered in rolls.
My nose is too pointy.
I look stupid when I smile.
I look horrible in tight clothing.
I hate this. I hate me.
I hate watching from afar.

Why can't life be easy?
Why can't I look like her?
Thousands of questions pound through my head deep into the night.
I didn't use to be like this.
Or maybe I just didn't care.
Watching from afar.