I See Her Everyday. Pale, Exhausted, Bone Thin, Sunken Eyes That Cover Up Her Smile. Sweating To Find Beauty, Striving To Find Worth.

I Know Her. I Was Her.

My Heart Races And Sinks Every Time She Walks By Me.

The Gym Is Where She’s Longs To Find Her Approval And Satisfaction.. Melting Away Every Ounce That She Hates As She Looks In The Mirror.
I Know Her. I Was Her.

Today, You Looked Me In The Eyes As You Stood On The Scale In That Locker Room.. I’m Sure You Couldn’t See Just How Much I Could Relate To You.

Years Ago I Was You, The Bondage Of Beauty That Grabs So Deep. That Haunts And Hurts More Than Our Unobservant Peers Seem To Notice; Walking Right Past You, Everyday.

I Know Her. I Was Her.

As We Locked Eyes, You Shyly Covered Up Your Frail Body And Turned Away.
I Contemplated Going Up To You. I Desperately Wanted To Reach Out.
Because, I Know You. I Was You.

Watching You Grab Your Bag Rushing Out The Door. I Wondered If You Could Hear My Soft Whispered Prayer, “My Sweet Jesus Let Her Know She’s Beautiful.” Because, I See Her.