The girl that won't eat will get thin

And the cutter-girl thinks she will win.

You ladies who don't think you're pretty

Must also be blind by default.

As for me, I think I will pass

On this seductive addiction for beauty

Because of my realization of perfect flaws.

I cry for the women who call themselves fat

Because you girls are the gem in the crown.

Forget this damn conforming society

YOU should be your first priority

And stop taking into account those fakes on TV.

Don't strive to be a starving model.

Quit trying to make yourself over.

You girls need to see that how you are now

Is perfectly, perfectly wonderous.

I know what it's like to want to be gorgeous,

But you know what?

You already are.

Why don't you let that girl in the mirror be?

I never saw anything wrong with her.

Forgive me if I tell you the truth for once

And repel what dumb boys might have led you to believe.

I pray those cuts on your legs stop bleeding

 And that razor stops pouring out your feelings.

Please, Annie, won't you eat something?

Your body is a temple.

Miss America is fine and dandy, but honey, she's not us.

We are real, we are lovely, and we are works of art.

Can't you tell us apart?

All y'all girls stop your longing from something other than

Your beautiful self.