Broken

Weight was something I never had to worry aboutlosing; instead, I had to worry about gaining. Ever since I was little, I knew I had an overactive metabolism, causing me to not fully develop as all girls should at the age of sixteen. Boys would hardly notice the funny, nice girl with no breasts and hips, a non-existent body they could hardly grasp. In fact, a boy who I had a crush on told me he would never date me, fearing I would break. He had no idea that I had already been broken - inside. Yet while I struggled to gain, many others I knew struggled to lose - some dangerously destroying themselves in the process. It's the images we see flashed before us daily on magazine covers and billboards, all displaying what others believe to be the ideal image. In our culture,we get caught into celebrating the outside instead of rejoicing the inside. Rather than appearance, the focus should be turned inward toward a woman's inner strength and beauty, the large, radiant voice that is dying each day to speak and let the world know that she has arrived.