I look at her,
so perfect in her ways.
That flawless skin
and hair full of volume...
I wish that was me.
My friends all look
at me with disaproving eyes.
They think I'm crazy
and that I'm going insane.
What do they know?
They say I'm pretty
just the way I am.
That I shouldn't be
looking up to those
Mary-kate figures
that strutt their stuff.
I don't see anything
wrong.
I really can't.
They've turned their backs
on me,
all my friends have.
You're a lost cause
was the last thing they
said when they left.
So I guess it's just
me by myself now.
Like it always is.
Author notes
Nah, my friends are slowly getting sick of me complaining about my weight. It's funny really, they all just leave when I mention it...
Oh yes, I actually believe Mary-kate is a massive pain in the A**. She's not a role model I personally believe in.
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