Petite

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