Stains.

‘That Girl’

By: Erin 

I would wonder “Why am I not like ‘that girl’?”

She is so pretty, tall, thin and tan

I’m sure she is always smart

I’m sure she is ideal

I would wonder “Why am I not like ‘that girl’?”

She is so gorgeous blonde, bold, and beautiful

I’m sure she is always funny

I’m sure she is faultless

I would wonder “Why am I not like ‘that girl’?”

She is so fashionable, fabulous, and fantastic

I’m sure she is always graceful

I’m sure she is perfect

I no longer wonder “Why am I not like ‘that girl’?”

Yes she is attractive, amazing, and awesome

Yes I’m sure she is always kind

But I’m also sure she is not real

For ‘that girl’ exists only my mind

She is a figment of my imagination

Created in an effort to foster self hatred

But I will not compare myself to ‘that girl’ or ‘any girl’

for we all possess each of the things above

In our own way

We all have value beyond our looks or our brains

And no one is perfect

For without Christ we’re all covered in stains