ESPN CHICK

(07-18-1989 / Arkansas)

I'm Sorry


I'm sorry that I'm not skinny enough for you
I'm sorry that I'm not pretty enough for you
I'm sorry that I'm not a hot top model
I'm sorry that I don't have that dream body

I'm sorry that I won't get on my knees and beg
for you to like me
I'm sorry that I'm not the hottest girl you've
ever seen

But Most Of ALL.....
I'm sorry that most guys can't accept a girl for who we really are

Submitted: Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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  • *Trusting You* (3/26/2009 11:38:00 PM)

    YA! ! ! I do 500-700 situps every day, work out 3 times a week in the weight room, run track and eat only about 1000 cal a day and you know what I still dont have that perfect body what more do I need to do? ? ?
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