My dress size is too big.
My belly bulges out too far.
My hips are too wide.

My nose is too prominent.
My eyes are too plain,
And my face is too round.
My cheeks are sunken.

My skin is pale,
You could say almost white.
My saggy, brown birthmark is not a beautiful sight.

My chest is too flat.
My shoulders too broad.
My back hunches over.

My arms have no muscle.
My thighs are too thick,
And my legs are too short.

My cloths are too cheap.
My shoes aren’t designer.
I don’t have any jewelry,
Or an upscale purse.

All you know about me is my looks.
So all you do is judge.
You say I’m too fat and ugly,
But you don’t know who I am.
If you get past the looks,
You may like me for me.
Then, you can get past my image,
And see how beautiful I really am.