 I see you when you try to hide under that baggy sweatshirt. Refuse to look down at your thighs. You blame it on last night's dessert. I wish you could see you the way that I see you. I will never understand the things that you say to yourself every day. I just want you to be comfortable in your own skin. Why are you trying to fit in? Is there anybody listening? Because I just want to scream.