I want to know, Is there an exact moment in time, when our innocence is gone? 

When our care-free ways are left in the sun 

on the playground, as we head into the dark.

No eleven-year-old should be judging themselves, 

There are more important things to be done, instead of hating yourself  

There are trees to climb, knees to be scraped,  messes to be made and imaginations to be encouraged to run free 

But when did the world stop holding it's magic? 

Maybe it was when i read the Bridge to Terribithia and learned the ending was tragic. 

Though it was probably because I never got my letter from Hogwarts....

And it's not the majority who think this way, there are many that pass this phase unscathed 

But some will, some do, I did, become enslaved 

To the idea that my body and self were inferior 

I would have given my world 

To be like the other girls,

No acne, no glasses, no braces, thin, and beautiful 

I never saw that I fit in just fine 

That my friends saw me for my capacity to love and my mind

But that didn't stop all those times in the bathroom 

The facts say it's unnoticeable, because my body index is normal, 

That detection is impossible, because nothing is external 

That you won't be able to tell because hiding this is supposedly "what we do best"

And as much as i want to deny it ,to prove them wrong and not to hide it 

The facts are right... My proof is on the inside.

I never told anyone, let alone a whole room 

I come from a loving family, who doesn't know the whole truth 

And I want to shed these feelings free from my mind 

I was plagued for many years  

not as much by my actions, 

but more by my thoughts and my fears

And there were moments of bliss, where nothing was there at all

So see, I've tasted that freedom  

Even if it didn't last, 

But I know what it feels like 

And I want it back