Mom why aren’t I perfect?
The girls at my school all have fair skin and blue eyes.
They have skinny thighs that don’t touch and their arms are not scared like mine
I feel as if I’m not worthy enough to stand in their presence, to walk in the halls that they do
To breathe the same air they do.
I feel as if every time I walk in those doors I’m drowning in my own self destruction
Comparing myself to every single one of them
Why aren’t I perfect?