As I stare into the mirror 

I wonder why God sculptured me the way I look 

Why God choose me to look different from what society embraces?

Why I must suffer through from being the ugly fat girl?

Why can't I look like the model who walks runways?

Why do I have to be different?

As I stare into the mirror 

I see a happy chubby little girl who never cared about her weight

Who laughed and played like she had no worries in the world 

But then I blinked and she was gone 

Replaced with a teenager who can't even look at herself in a mirror without wondering

Why God made her so different 

Wondering if anyone would turn back around to stare at her 

Wondering if she will ever get a compliment about her body or looks

She may be perfect in others' eyes but in hers nothing is perfect about her 

As I stare into the mirror 

I can't see what everyone sees but I see what I see

And I see a view that needs fixing