As they put me under
I can only wonder
What is wrong with me?
Is it person I see as me?
Is it my extra weight?
Is it how people hate
Just because I dont fit?
Maybe its that I refuse to quit.
No, nothing is wrong with me.
Me is all I can ever be.
I might not be hot.
I'm happy with what I've got.
My beauty is on the inside.
Myself I can no longer hide.
I don't need to be under the knife
Because unlike you I'm happy with my life.
To you this must seem so strange
but to me I see no reason to change.