Oh my Ive got thighs and pouty lips!

Kill me now 'cause Ive got a butt and hips

I walk by stick figures with a sway in my step

I talk with my words unchecked

Yeah, I look at you straight in the eyes

Because of that Im oustricised?!

Oh MY!! I want to cry

"Is it a sin to look alive?"

One would think passion is to be embraced

But of this there is no trace

Look around and what do I see?

Freakin facades of originality

I cant live up to what most define as pretty

Because of that I do pity

Those who miss out on what I have

But who needs em'? I aint sad

Seriously though, consider this

When you give that "perfect" model a kiss

Wait a moment and look at me

You'll see the depths of a turbulent sea

Yes, see me as I walk on by

Making everyone around me say Oh My!

Very nice

very nice

There is every kind of surgery to make someone a "size 3 arm candy",but never will be one for a soul too deep for a plastic surgeons knife to cut and reshape..stay true and they will notice u and appreciate it,good write