And you come to a point 

When you have a decision to make

And you must ask yourself

Would I rather be a warning sign or a shooting star?

Would I rather fit into a size zero or push out a child?

Would I rather take pride in the smallness of my waste or the largeness of my laugh?

Would I rather sync my breath to the sound of a monitor or have it be taken away?

Would I rather be a statistic buried in the ground or a sunflower blooming in the sky?

Would I rather be flawless and revered or imperfect and adored?

Would I rather be a boy's souvenir or his savior?

Would I rather stand in the shallow waters of my appearance or bathe in the depths of my divinity?

Would I rather define myself by a mirror or shatter a glass ceiling?

Would I rather be stared down at in a coffin or look back with tears in my eyes and whisper,      "I made it."

Wouldn't I rather?