THAT GIRL OVER THERE

See that girl over there, she had everything.

She had amazing jobs that paid her well.

She had a lifestyle.

She had holidays that most people dreamt about.

She had party friends...they partied every night after work... her friends with well paid jobs.

Champagne.

She had no stress...(but did she?).

She had a body to die for...(maybe she will die for her body one day).

Everyone was her friend...(really?).

See that girl over there, full of stress and not knowing what she had.



See that girl over there.

That girl over there was so desperate to be your friend.

That girl over there was so determined to be perfect.

That girl over there was perfect...no?

See that girl over there...that girl has changed.


I am this girl.

I am not over there. I am HERE.

I got cancer.

I changed.

I do not care if you are not my friend.

I do not worry about my body...my body functions, my body got me better. My body is my new best friend.


See that girl over there.

I am not that girl.

I feel alive.

I feel grateful that I am not her. I miss her but we have partied ways.

I am here.

I am amazing.

I got cancer. I am grateful.