I've been told that I'm pretty.

Knowing me and probably any other girl out there I analyzed the sentence in my head.

It felt unfinished..

I'm pretty fat.

Society loves that word. It's bromidic and insipid,

Unoriginal.

Kind of like the standards of society.

Im pretty ugly.

The harsh cousin of fat and when they are put together..

Whoa.

I'm pretty stupid.

At least thats how high school made me feel.

Sitting in a classroom, counting the ticks like counting the calories at lunch..

     but still ignore

I wasn't hungry just upset.

I'm pretty worthless.

I can't think for myself, or every idea I have ever had was stupid and was shot down

first by my peers then by my own thoughts.

Now here I am attacking myself because it doesn't feel right when no one else is doing it.

I want to be like everyone else.

I want to fit in

But fitting in means changing and changing is pain

So is hearing everyday that I'm "that girl" or that I'm not "the girl" hurts me.

It's enough to die but not enough to kill.

Now I analyze the sentence because it is what it shouldn't be: foreign

     unknown. undefinable because I never heard these words in this context.

What was taken from me I will steal back.

I can't sit hear and listen to labels tagged on to me.

I'm not a piece of clothing, I'm not some toy.

I am a person. I'm deeper than the skin that covers me.

So how can face value words define me?

Shallow and boring is the heart that uses only his eyes to see.