I smile as I look in the mirror,
Right when the day's begun,
Or when I step on the scale,
See the number eight-one.
Finally, I'm better than others,
The popular girls outdone,
I had never guessed
This would be so much fun.

They'll never notice, though,
Baggy jackets hide it,
Frequently I'm freezing,
No warm clothes will fit.
Some accuse my thin weight
For making the cold hard-hit,
I just hope for hot days,
Unwilling to submit.

My arms and legs are thin
As pencils my desk accrues,
Long and thin like skin and bone,
(About as brittle too).
Some say I'm hurting myself,
I don't see how it's true,
My stomach is empty but
No hunger pangs through.

They always bother me―
Let popular girls off the hook,
They're allowed to be skinny,
And they're image isn't shook.
So I don't listen to others,
I'm proud of the way I look,
Many days of self-discipline
And needs that I forsook.