Move up and down, still there is no change. 

Maneuver past what should be, yet still nothing moves.

I look into the mirror and cannot see why I changed. 

I cannot see what I used to be.

If I could, would I want to?

 

Society tells me to be a certain way, but what if I do not want it?

I am nothing. 

Society cannot accept those who are different. 

What can I aspire for, then, if Barbies surround and fitting in is not good enough?

 

I am the black sheep, the lone girl in the forest. 

I cannot belong when I will not accept it as my only fate. 

I am different, yet society continues to say i need to be that person in the magazine. 

I need that hair, that figure, that amount of plush in just the right areas, and that style to show impress a guy I may never see or mean anything to again. 

 

What is so bad about being different? 

Why can't I be me?

If all it takes is one difference to not match society,

Then my whole life and personality is wrong.

 

I stare back at the mirror and scowl. 

I raise my eyes as I look over my imperfections until I reach my eyes. 

I stare and feel courage as I say what is on my heart, 

"I will not change. I will be me. Society does not own or tell me what to do. If different is what I am then that is how I will stay." 

I walk away from the mirror and feel relief. 

I will live in this world but certainly not of it. 

I will not change because someone does not like what they see.