She thinks she’s fat but she’s not
She wants a thigh gap but who needs one?
She thinks she’s average. I think she’s gorgeous
She offers me help which I stubbornly refuse
She refuses me when I offer to buy things for her
She says I’ll find happiness but I’ve already found it
She says I’ll make it through high school…without her?
She feels she doesn’t deserve me but I feel just the same
She wants a flatter stomach but I like how huggable it is
She thinks she’s too mean but sometimes I need reality checks
She still wonders why I like her, I tell her people are missing out
She says I’ll move on when she leaves but how long will that take?
She tells me I’ll find someone just as good or better than her, I tell her the same thing
She doesn’t know how to handle compliments because no one has ever given her any
She doesn’t understand why I like her out of all the girls that I could have been with, I do
She complains about her flaws but I think they’re the reason she’s beautiful in my eyes
Who is she? Well, just someone special. Just my Impossible Girl.