Her voice is as clear as a lark
When she sings so high.
She stands on the stage, looking so fine.
She holds herself up with confidence, all I envy greatly,
And I realize that this seems to be my problem lately.

I compare myself and judge and call out me oh my,
I should be loving myself and be out enjoying my life.
Instead of focusing on what others think and letting their whispers get through
I should just brush them off,
That seems to be the only logical move to do.

Either that or I stress myself out so
That it seems I could never be part of their popularity show.
I am tired of comparing and trying and
In the end just failing again.
I want to be me and myself not them.
I want to not be eyeing up all the styles that walk down the hallway,
And think why are they so lucky to look that way.

I want to feel comfortable in my body again.
I want that joy that one feels when they walk through a door,
And think dang I really look good.
I know it will take some time to get to that point,
To build my self confidence up and love my look.
But until then I have to stop comparing
And just love myself no matter what I’m wearing