You Are Your Best Judge

“you look so nice! ” they were saying, i felt they were not seeing, “it showed like i was expecting! ” with stupid, confused thoughts, i wore the dress, only sickness it brought, “may be i don't see what they could” “may be i don't realize... i look like they could” with my head flying high and nose in the air, i walked like i didn't care, my pointed heels gave them scare. oops it's me! , and like them i could be, standing tall without a clue, gonna fall, wearing the color blue, happily i danced, tipsy as they tranced, call the DJ and give me a chance...... My straight hair falling on my face, with utmost contempt i took part in the race, i am going to be joining the club, “never was i fat” my habits i curb. Reality came back with a blow, saw my pictures, j like a big bag of snow, “did i eat too much? ” “do i think too much? ” “did i not listen when was teased! ” “did i not exercise and calories released? ” why did i not wear? , a dress to avoid the glare? , can i not go back and stop the stare? Finally it dawned on an intelligent mind, my eating habits i must rebind, can not hold a grudge, because “you are your best judge”.