from the beginning, there were bright eyes

shirley temple dark oil curls,

lips snow white would be envious of,

the fair skin to match and rosy rosy cheeks.

what a pretty little girl, they often asked

where did you get her from?

they would question,

just a being made them question being different, 

features, far from average, 

made them wonder.

the toddler years of screaming and yelling

constantly wanting attention,

over worked and tired parents,

led to future misconnections,

over active imagination,

elementary years where you find out,

what life is beginning to be about

being the fastest, being the smartest,

being the tallest, being the shortest,

scabby knees and sweat beads.

braces begin to form, as dances become knock off ragers

the middle school years,

what is this they ask, where is it coming from

from thick and thin we are divided 

what macthes society, what stands out.

the curves and the flats are what its all about

first kisses and first dates,

remeber when we all would have play dates.

the dark haired girl wondered with curiosity 

cliques began to form

where do i fit in and whats with this uniform

sleepovers and hang outs,

boyfriends and girlfriends,

parents not from this country not being able to understand

the simplicity of the American way.

hair is forming, razors are roughing,

the acne seems to not be buffing.

High school starts, the diets begin.

constant studying and worrying,

will I ever fit in?

chest too small, soon becomes too big,

curves come out, no longer a twig.

dermatologist and hairstylists,

with everything trimmed.

always being told of the prettiness that helped me begin.

a reminder of how different of how,

the unableness to fit in.

drunkeness and drugs, how did this all begin

decisions and choices that occurred because of being thin

the boys stared, the girls gossiped,

no longer wanting to fit in.

what a pretty girl they all continue to say

she hasn't seemed to look bad any day.

Envy and lust seem like a joke,

but they hold a constant choke,

of wondering where to begin.

what a pretty girl,

they often asked,

where did you get her from?

they would question,

just a being made them question being different, 

features, far from average, 

made them wonder.