“My hair is not the shiniest of bobs My eyes are not the brightest in the room My figure will not get me modeling jobs My smile will not bring young boys to their doom. But do I cry and mourn my average face? Or wish that I had boyfriends at the ready? Do I not sleep because I lose the race, Or spurn my food because I don't go steady? My mind is on a more important thing That lifts my heart and makes my spirit soar I want to make the souls of people sing And quiet down the mean and bullying roar. To help the wounded girls replace the scar With the right to be exactly who they are.” InspirationalChildrenSchoolChristianSelf EsteemBeing YourselfBe YourselfBullyingPeer PressureNot Fitting InNancy Rue Author:Nancy Rue