Found this in an old journal of mine and thought it was kind of sweet. It portrays a wise insight told from the eyes of an innocent, inquisitive, and observant little girl (me;).
If all size is, is a number
that helps us choose which jeans to buy
then why does it matter so?
I mean why has it caused people to get sick
or sometimes even die
when their real size will never show?
If it’s a guy or friend
who’s telling you your weight is wrong
Then you definitely do not need them
Walk away, be strong.
So tell me if you would,
exactly what does size mean?
Is it the way people judge us?
Or the number on our jeans?
Now life is short
and bodies weren’t made to hate.
So please don’t let life pass you
because you’re worrying about your weight.