I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
A stranger, a monster—there’s nothing of me.
My eyes are too dull, my hands are too wide,
Every flaw I can name, I can’t seem to hide.

I’m failing in school, I’m failing at home,
I’m failing at being someone you’d know.
A daughter, a sister, a friend I can’t be,
Just a shadow, a ghost of who they want me to be.

The boys call me weak if I dare shed a tear,
The girls say "KYS," their laughter I hear.
My weight, my face—they all point and they jeer,...