Everyone knows at least one fat girl.

At least one.

Don’t deny it, don’t say you don’t see it.

Don’t be duplicitous.

 

You know what I’m talking about;

that one girl you look at and only see

a fat girl.

There is always at least one.

 

And every time you see one you think:

Maybe I should avoid her

Maybe I should laugh with them

Maybe if I’m nice to her she’ll feel better;

at least for awhile, right?

 

And every time you see one while in a group you say:

Maybe if she wasn’t so fat

Maybe if she stopped eating

Maybe if she tried to fit in

she would have friends.

 

And every time one helps you when nobody else will you smile:

Maybe she isn’t so bad

Maybe we can be friends

Maybe I can give her a makeover;

she’ll  make me look so much better anyways.

 

And every time one waves at you in the halls you turn:

Maybe if I be mean my friends won’t ask questions

“WOW! Was that an earthquake?” “Let me see that tootsie ROLL!”

Maybe if I go say something to her my friends will think I’m cool

“Hey, see my friend over there? He likes you, wanna go out with him?”

 

And every time you see one again you tell yourself:

Maybe she gets that all the time

Maybe she’s used to it by now

Maybe she’ll forgive me;

I really need help with tonight's assignment.

 

But did you know that every time you think this, say this, smile like this, act like this ...

she knows

 

But every time someone looks at her she thinks:

Maybe if I smile and say hi

Maybe if I laugh

Maybe if I’m nice enough

I could show them I’m not bad.

 

But every time a group walks by her conscious says:

Maybe if I was smaller

Maybe if I stopped eating

Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder

I would have friends.

 

But every time you ask for help she does and when you smile she hopes:

Maybe I was enough

Maybe we can be friends

Maybe I will be accepted

should I dare to wish again?

 

But every time you’re in the halls she pleads:

Maybe if I wave first and smile they’ll wave back

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m sorry.”

Maybe if I ignore them they’ll go away

“I only wanted to be friends”

 

But every time she see’s you again she tells herself:

It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.

It’s not like I’m not used to it.
Maybe we can be secret friends

“Of course I can help you with that assignment!”

 

And did you know that every time she think this, say this, smile like this, act like this ...

you break her a little more.

 

Everyone knows at least one fat girl.

At least one.

Don’t deny it, don’t say you don’t see it.

Don’t be duplicitous.

 

You know what I’m talking about;

that one girl you look at and only see

a fat girl.

There is always at least one