I Don't Cry Anymore
I cried a lot last year.
I looked in the mirror and saw someone I hated.
I wasn't as skinny as the skinniest girl.
I should stop eating.
I wasn't as tall as the tallest model.
I should start stretching.
My hair wasn't as thick as the girls' from commercials.
Extensions maybe?
I wasn't perfect.
But so what?
Who cares?
Not me anymore.
I like my body, and I eat like a cow.
I like my height, and I'm only five foot.
My hair is fine, it's a beautiful color.
I didn't run out of tears, no.
I just quit crying.
I saw my potential and my beauty.
I learned to love myself.