I was walking down the school hallway thinking to myself why does every girl look prettier then me in more ways than one. I were hearing all of them talking, laughing, and smiling. In that moment I thought I could never fit in. That I didn't look like anyone else that there is a such thing as a “perfect girl” but there isn't. I finally realized that.

For a long time in my life I felt like I was not as pretty or as small as other girls; that I always stood out in other people's eyes. But the real thing is that I didn't like the way I looked or felt in my body. I wanted to change.
In the seventh grade I started thinking that I didn't fit in and it lasted. I thought I was too big, my skin tone wasn't the right color, my hair wasn't right, or I wasn't tall enough.Anything I could find wrong with myself I did. kept asking myself, what can I do to change that or some of that. I decided that I would cut down on eating. I was trying to only eat very little or not at all. I guess you could say I didn’t feel right about myself, but it was way more than that.

When I was at school, I decided that I wouldn’t eat at lunch or if I ate it would be something small like an apple.People would ask me why I didn’t buy or bring a lunch I would just use the excuse that I wasn’t hungry. But the truth was I was hungry and just didn’t want to eat.

I finally understood what it meant to accept yourself and to be happy with your body image, all because of my friends. They helped me by explaining that everyone has flaws and that mine don’t stand out, personally I needed to hear that.I decided that if I wanted to change how I looked I would do it a different, healthier way. That I would still eat everything, just maybe a little less, like if you ate dinner don’t get seconds or to eat more fruits and vegetables. Even exercising more than usual. It is way better than starving yourself and not eating.  
This happened to me in middle school because I always thought that I wanted to be as skinny and small as all the other girls that looked like a stick that you can snap in half. But in reality I just wanted to “fit in” I just felt that I was “bigger” than everyone.

If I were to walk down the street, there would be many different comments going through people's heads as I passed. Some people would find me attractive, and some would find me ugly. The bottom line is that it does not matter what they think. It only matters what I think because I am the only one in the whole world that has to live with myself. I was given my body and it is the only time i’ll live in forever, I might as well treasure and love it instead of starve it.I am proud to be me.

I told myself that if I wanted to change I would do it for myself not to “fit in” and to be totally honest, you should never do it to fit in, for there is no such thing. Be you and be unique, because  it’s the best thing to do for yourself and everyone that loves you.