You are authentic
You are brilliant,
Fashionably eccentric
And undoubtably resilient
But in my little world
I'll  protect you, baby girl
For you are slightly delicate
Like a long string of pearls
...amp..

1800, 1200, 500,
nothing.

When will I look myself in the mirror
and say, "you are beautiful"

When will I see me
and not cringe in disgust.

When will I feel good
in my own skin?

When will this end?

I'm not giving up.
I'm just accepting my fate.
I'm not quitting anything.
I'm just speeding up the inevitable.
I'm not surrendering.
I'm just done with fighting.
But remember:
The battle was lost,
But not the war.