Oh my God,

My armpits smell like gone off cod,

Top of my arm there's a puddle,

Dad's not comfortable giving me a cuddle,

Mother Nature's having her way,

Me and my body aren't getting a say.

Don't you dare,

My legs are covered in hair,

It's all over my underarm,

Maybe a little deodorant wouldn't do any harm?

It might be me but recently,

I swear people are looking at me differently.

You're kidding you are,

I'm so not touching that bra,

I hate that monthly happening,

But don't mind that puppy fat flattening,

Why's my emotions doing a Jackal and Hyde?

Now me and my body seem to have a different side.

He loves me, he loves me not,

But a second ago I was worried about that spot,

My face seriously looks like a pizza,

But why do I get jealous every time he meets her?

People say this is everyone's phrase,

But I feel forever stuck in this maze.

Jesus, I've got through it somehow,

I'm older, happier, and stronger now,

I've lived, had a laugh, got out,

So I finally know what I'm talking about,

At the time the changes seem so scary, so real,

Now I know it was normal, not such a big deal.