To the people who’ve taunted me.
I’ll to tell you this:
I’m not perfect, I know.
This is the sad part.

I don’t have the fairest skin,
Or a thigh gap and blue eyes.
I can’t do dance nor gymnastics.
Basically, I don’t have a lot to show.

And I know all these, I do!
But you keep throwing out constant reminders
To me… teasing this.
When will I ever take a break?

From all these expectations,
These insults and limitations.
Telling me I am not worth it.
Telling me I cannot make it.

I now believe you
That’s saddest part.
I believe you.
Oh I believe you so much it hurts even the people around me.

The “truth” you knew
Has become mine as well.
And I am just done, done with all this.
I am giving up.

Are you happy?
Are you happy,
My dear bullies?

Is that what you wanted to hear?
I cry every single day,
Thinking of the things I don’t have.
And all because of you.



But then, suddenly, something inside of me steers,
Right on my chest,
Like an awakening, oh so clear
Of some kind of hope or bravery…

I come to a conclusion that
A perfect me is preposterous!
‘Cause I wouldn’t be me if I was perfect.
No one can tell me who or what I am.

No one knows where I’ve been,
Who I’ve met,
And what I’ve been through
Better than myself.

I feel reborn! I feel in-charge!
I am an admiral
That yells, “Stand down soldier!”
‘Cause your mission will fail!

To make me feel useless and broken.
To make me feel worthless and weak.
And for what? To make yourself feel
As if you’re more than me?

I know! I know I’m not perfect.
And this is the great part.
I love who I am,
Together with all the little flaws that come with me.

I don’t have the fairest skin,
Or a thigh gap and blue eyes.
I can’t do dance nor gymnastics.
But this is who I am.

I am an admiral, tall and strong.
So, stand down soldier!
You’re gonna lose this fight
‘Cause I’m taking flight.