she was ordinary
she was ordinary, nothing to sing about, not blonde, with blue eyes and a signiature pout, brown hair that never goes quite right, boys only want her when its late at night.
she's good for now but not to date, when asked about her they say shes only a mate, a guilty pleasure, for them to use at their leisure
she saw all those girls, so effortless, so lovely but those short moments of affection made her less lonley, she wanted so bad to be that girl, clear skin and hair with a curl.
she wasnt the one you'd take photos of just because, but she's the one that youd call to get a quick buzz, her friends never felt the guilt from eating large fries, then again they always got noticed by guys,
don't get me wrong, it wasnt all hate, she was sometimes okay with who she was and what she ate, but she wanted to be so much more than comfortable, she wanted herself to be loveable
she wanted to look in the mirror and be over the moon, not constantly think, its okay, youll be thin soon, she wanted to the girl who inspired sonnets, but genuine affection was as rare as comets
she wanted to not be so hateful, whenever she ate and had a plateful, she wanted to cry whenever she had to lie, say, im not hungry, ill skip the slice of pie.
she wasnt exactly awful, but not exactly madison beer, but whenever she looked in the mirror it was hard to hold back a tear, and she knew that everyone was beautiful, she thought that herself, its easy to think that about everyone but oneself.
chubby girls, stretch marks, acne scars, she loved them all on others, and yet she never felt that love from and lovers.
