Stupid, fat, ugly

That's me

It's what teacher said, what mama said, what the kids on the playground said

It must be so

Who am I to disagree with the masses?

They must know better than me, for they are smarter, thinner, and more attractive

The magazines on the shelves at my local grocery store agree

They shout out "You are not as you should be, look at me!

I am beautiful, I am thin, I am perfect....and you, well, just look at you."

And I do, and I am just me.

Sitting in my room alone, that was my childhood

A sharp blade in my hand, beckoning to me

Just a small cut there, a slice here, and it will all be over

No more names, no more taunts

No more me

But that is not where we end the story of my life

I will not be another sad story in the paper, the poor girl no one understood

I will ovecome

I will live

I will love

I will love others, and eventually I will love me