If I Was Pretty
A poem of my inner thoughts as a recovering Anorexic.
Maybe if I was pretty
had blonde hair and blue eyes
Then people who see me at first glance
Would never be surprised
Maybe with a straighter nose and not so crooked teeth
I'd smile a while be glad and not have to focus on what's beneath
When every day and night I try to be the perfect girl
I often wonder how it would be to not give a care in the world
To not have acne scars all on my body and my face
To be able to walk up a hill without it feeling like a 10k race
With smaller eyes and thinner thighs then maybe I could be
The type of girl that has the world handed all to me
I could pick and choose the type of life I wanted on a platter
But then again with all I know I think I'd choose the ladder
With everything all perfect on the outside of my skin
I'd forget to fix the pretty part of me that glows within
So here I say to all of those that hate their outer shell
If the prettiest part is on the inside then I still think that's swell



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