I envy girls Whose bodies fit The mold. To the fleshly eye They are beautiful, A quality now worth more than gold. The ones who look perfect, With their faces made of porcelain, And their skin a soft glow... Of course I am beautiful! For I’m created In the Image of God, But that’s Not what the world says, No it’s not. I, alas, do not Fit into their Perfect mold, I am imperfect, By their standards, Or so I’ve been told. I am everything but, The very thing they want me to be, The world O’ so cold, Because even though I know My heavenly Father made the girl in the mirror perfectly, I shattered the glass.
I know it's been a very long time-but I wrote this and felt a desperate need to share it.
