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What’s that I see in the mirror? Pretty blue eyes? That doesn’t matter though. There’s stretch marks on my thighs. My lips are kind of nice, I guess But my nose is big, it’s not the best Oh, but I have long legs. Sexy, right? They have a lot of scars though. Far too many. Well, I’m taller than any, cool, huh? But that makes me manly, of course, duh. I’m not like the girls in the magazines. I guess I’ll just have to accept that I’m not meant to be. *** My eyes are brown, bright, like gemstones in the light But the models’ are blue, so mine must not be right My face is shaped like a heart,

I was never the belle of the middle school ball Of course, that never really crossed my mind at all How could it, when I was having such a good time? I miss that, the way I was back in my “prime” When I could have fun no matter how funny I looked And I could dream, no matter how hard reality shook Its pointed finger in my face. It started with my mom’s heat rollers in my thick, brown hair Then dazzling blue eyeshadow, and overgrown eyebrows to pair Then, there was my dream dress, or rather A tight purple and gray tunic sweater with fabric that gathered On my what my mom promised was baby fat, all wrong, And those

A red-bricked school of thousands,   I one of the many faces dozens of spaces to occupy in the mighty Billings Senior High Yet I am welcome in none of them I am an invader: a New Mexico girl in a Montana world   a naive, small town teen in the big city As hard as I tried to hide behind a guise,   they still figured out who I am in time. Different. Not like them. An outsider.   I wonder now Why isn’t there plastic surgery for the soul? Maybe they just think I’m ugly, like others did before them. I’d heard that from people one too many times in my life, after all. But money and effort could change all of that. Th