I used to sit at my window at night
wishing on the stars.
I wish I was prettier.
I wish I was skinnier.
I wish I was smarter,
more confident,
more talented.
I wish I had a dad that didn’t hate me,
a brother who protected me,
a mom who wasn’t sick.
I wish I had those shoes that everyone else had.
I wish I fit in.
I still wish those things.
But now my wishes are quieter, heavier.
I w...