I'm not the cute, little, sporty girl you always thought you wanted.
The one whose mind agrees and always seems to chatter.
I am my own person.
My thighs may be thick but I know my opinion matters.
You see my smile and big, brown eyes and think I'm what you want.
But then we meet and I don't fit the mold you've made.
You disappear without a trace.
But I think you're just afraid.
These 30+ years have taught me how to be alone.
I don't need you to feel whole.
I've also learned to love with everything.
I will love with heart and soul.
That's okay, you can go your way.
I'll be here, standing strong.
