I wonder the halls worrying,
if my hair looks ok,
if there’s somthing in my teeth,
how I look. Then after I check all those things,
in the mirror of my locker i start to feel good about my self.
Then I see all the skinny girls with all the jocks,
and I look down.
I start to feel self conscience about my self,
Oh how I wish I were them.
Then I walk to my next class worrying if I look ok