So tonight I have been feeling the need to be creative. I also felt the need to write. So here is what I came up with.
*Don’t judge me*
Middle School.
I met this girl.
Maria.
She told me my hair was frizzy,
My clothes looked old,
And told me there was no way that I could be a size four.
High School.
Tenth Grade.
Science Class.
I sat in the back,
the gross stoner boys also sat in the back.
They told me I was too skinny
and that I looked like death.
High School.
Twelfth grade.
The new foreign exchange student.
Her name was Alma.
She sat alone.
I invited her over and her true colors showed.
Ugly, stupid, not good enough.
College.
I finally made it to college.
Freedom.
New hair, new clothes.
Rediscovered God, found a new sense of hope.
Made some friends, found my calling.
I never knew the air could be so clear.
I’m coming up green.
No time for hating myself.
I’m gonna keep going, I’m gonna keep growing.
It is well 