Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the
trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because
they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just
get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong
with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to
wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough
to climb all the way to the top of the tree...
You think I'm full of myself? Why? Because I stand up for myself when
someone makes a comment? Because
I'm not ashamed of what my body looks like? Because I've
finally realized that it doesn't matter if I'm not the prettiest
girl around, what matters is that I'm confident as who I am?
Well if that makes me full of
myself, then I'm perfectly content with that. I like me
just the way I am.