She used to wait with bated breath,
For all to see her beauty.
Tried to be thin, obedient, and flawless,
She thought it was her duty.
She used to lie awake at night,
As tears stained her cheeks.
Her bruised skin would never be perfect,
Bullies used all the techniques.
She used to crave popularity,
Or really just to be wanted.
Always thought the two were similar,
With all the happiness they flaunted.
One day reality hit her,
And witnessed all their flaws.
It was all lying, jealousy, and hatred.
No beauty, just a lost cause.
One day she stood in awe,
As she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her curves and blemishes were stunning,
She couldn’t have seen it any clearer.
One day she took a stand,
Became an outcast in solitude.
Found happiness in being herself,
Switched the perception she viewed.
Today she looks around,
At the world so unchanged.
Being loved by the misfits,
But the mean girls are still deranged.
Today she walks with pride,
Of the person she became.
Conquering bullies with perseverance,
Her confidence putting them to shame.
Today she makes a difference,
Proving to all it’s not just how you look.
Intelligence and kindness can be true beauty,
Changing the world with her head in a book.
