foggy, brisk mornings

i catch a glimpse of my own reflection

and my mood will never elevate

joyous, crowded afternoons

i catch a glimpse of my friends' toned legs

and i will never have confidence

boreful, tired early hours,

my friends complain about their amazing bodies

oh, how does it feel to be something you aren't?

i am exactly what i think i am

f-a-t spells a word that describes me;

dangerously well