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You say, "Why can't you be more like her?" And I know why you say it
She is beautiful, she is thin, she is classy
All the guys want her and all of the girls like her,
she is the perfect girl and nobody would ever think otherwise.
You would never see her shooting pool with the guys
Or eating Buffalo wings with hot sauce smeared around her mouth.
You would never see her walk out the door in a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt,
a pair of old sneakers on her feet, no makeup on her face.
You would never see her drive a pickup truck to the movies with her friends
Or catch her joking around like she is 'one of the guys'.
She is perfect.
And the truth is, I'm damn proud that I am nothing like her.

I'm proud that I'm not a size two or a small in any store,
that I'm taller than half the guys I know,
that my normal wardrobe is a t-shirt and jeans,
that I never wear makeup and don't get along with everyone I meet.
I'm proud that I am more comfortable being 'one of the guys'
than I am when I'm having 'girl time'.

I'm proud that I would rather walk around in the woods than walk through the mall,
that I'm at my happiest when I am in sweat pants rather than a skirt,
I'm proud that I have calluses on my hands instead of a manicure,
that I'm 'too independent' instead of girlishly needy.

I'm proud that I can be 'girly',
that I look good in nice clothes,
that I can dress myself up if I want to,
but that I only do so when I choose to.

I'm proud that I'm not a normal girl,
that I break the norm.

I am proud.

Description
You say, "Why can't you be more like her?" And I know why you say it
She is beautiful, she is thin, she is classy
All the guys want her and all of the girls like her,
she is the perfect girl and nobody would ever think otherwise.
You would never see her shooting pool with the guys
Or eating Buffalo wings with hot sauce smeared around her mouth.
You would never see her walk out the door in a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt,
a pair of old sneakers on her feet, no makeup on her face.
You would never see her drive a pickup truck to the movies with her friends
Or catch her joking around like she is 'one of the guys'.
She is perfect.
And the truth is, I'm damn proud that I am nothing like her.

I'm proud that I'm not a size two or a small in any store,
that I'm taller than half the guys I know,
that my normal wardrobe is a t-shirt and jeans,
that I never wear makeup and don't get along with everyone I meet.
I'm proud that I am more comfortable being 'one of the guys'
than I am when I'm having 'girl time'.

I'm proud that I would rather walk around in the woods than walk through the mall,
that I'm at my happiest when I am in sweat pants rather than a skirt,
I'm proud that I have calluses on my hands instead of a manicure,
that I'm 'too independent' instead of girlishly needy.

I'm proud that I can be 'girly',
that I look good in nice clothes,
that I can dress myself up if I want to,
but that I only do so when I choose to.

I'm proud that I'm not a normal girl,
that I break the norm.

I am proud.