Before and AfterBeforeI wasDepressed, Distressed, Obsessed.I was unhappy with how I looked.I wanted toPerfect, Project, ReflectThe image of beauty.I wanted boys to look my wayTo stare and say"I want to be with her."I wanted girls to feelEnvy, Jealousy, Uneasywhen around me.I hated that I could feelthe pain when people chided.There was noone I would confide in.I was Real.Afterall theSurgery, the Perjury, the Drapery.I got the looksI got the envyAnd for a while I was happy.But the friends I had proved fake.The Boy I had was a mistake.Noone loved me for myPersonality, my Mentality, my Originality.They