the crowd says growing up to be a pretty lady often lands much sorrows.

now i get the point.

being pretty, getting a nice devilish figure

never hit me before in my entire childhood.

back then, round as a ball,

but every ounce of life was awesome.

it was a good self esteem when it was

all about eating and satisfying my soul

as i grew up, i thynk you left me.

you abandoned me to grow up in a harsh world

that was all concerned about those that did not bother me.

i've lost you and more to lose as i age.

where are you, esteem?

looks and shape matter so much that they weigh a ton.

good looking people around me matter so much like never before.

constantly on the ball to fend for my weakness.