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.