Perfectly Imperfect Me

I found some pictures of me,

Before I started being ashamed of my body.

I didn’t look slightly out of breath,

From holding it in.

And I didn’t wear baggy clothes.

The drive to be thinner,

Skinnier,

And prettier wasn’t there yet,

And there were so many hurtful people I hadn’t met.

Overal,

I looked different.

And I don’t know if that is good or bad.