Written by an Unknown Author
I like that you're not obsessive like me
No pinkie up when sipping your tea
Refuse to care if someone doesn't agree
Never question if you'll get that degree
Turn the volume all the way up on TV
Dance like no one else can see
Free from counting the tiles on the ceiling
Don't pick at your skin when you know it's peeling,
Freewheeling your way through the day
When I can't stop thinking about how much I weigh
or how many calories sit on my tray
If only my body were clay,
You'd find a way to change it from grey
to something that wouldn't deserve to decay,
something to showoff on a runway,
something perfectly fit for ballet,
something that would appear so slim on an x-ray
that the doctor would pray for me to eat,
and I'd laugh because death's kiss could never compete
with how much I'd love being petite