You

You’re too big

You’re too small

You’re too short

You’re too tall

Constant back and forth

How you look determines your worth

But it shouldn’t

They can’t dislike you

Because you couldn’t

Be who they wanted you to

You need to accept that you won’t be

That stick figure model from the magazine

The one you worship behind closed doors

Who never has dirt in her miniscule pores

You will never be her

So just be you

Only you know your worth

To yourself you must be true

You are not me

And I am not you

So carry on being

Your own beautiful you