22 July 2012
Fingers over fabric Picking out my dress Pink or blue or purple Deciding which is best
At home I choose my makeup To match my light blue frock Putting on fake eyelashes Then taking it all off
With shaking hands I paint my nails Bite my tongue from stress I take a breath and in my room I pull on my new dress.
It really doesn't suit me It sits on me all wrong It hugs my curves incorrectly And you can see my thong
I look into the mirror My stomach bulging wide I think I can safely say My beauty might be on the inside
Maybe I should go naked The boys would like me more In the end I stay at home All curled up on the floor
Confidence • Opuss № I