In the sea of perfect bodies,
There's one beaming girl,
Her face is bright, her body is curvy,
Yet she smiles in this perfect world.
In the motion of the identical ocean,
She stands out like a gold fish,
The girl stands natural and proud,
Swaying her unique hips,
The make-up covered waves,
Are suddenly alert,
She doesn't frown or cry,
As they whisper words that hurt,
The sea parts as the girl's figure is shown,
It's curved, not straight, original, her own.
The slightly bigger thighs, the not so small features,
This girl so bold, has something to teach us.
The girl opens her mouth to speak,
And the sea is calm,
Her voice is suddenly loud and confident,
This brings great thrashing alarm,
"In the world of skin and bone,
Being you may look bad,
But being original, being me,
Is the best thing I've ever had."