“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”.