Everyone should change 

To be someone they’re not 

Being okay with yourself will forever be a malicious thought 

To live vicariously through the ones that we idol 

To always be striving, but never get out of the spiral 

My waist must be smaller, my legs, and arms too

Praying to God to make me look brand new 

On my knees, forever in tears 

I wonder if God was ever here 

I need validation, from everyone I meet

Then maybe one day, I can compete 

As I look down at my growling stomach 

I would rather fall from hunger 

Then shake this feeling of rejection 

I fill myself with anger 

Because my body is the reason I will never get affection 

Teenage boys don’t care about personality 

If you believe differently, you’re living within a false reality 

What they want is someone blonde-haired and blue-eyed

Skinny as a twig 

But does not have a mind 

They want a girl who is barbie 

But settle for humans 

Standards are so high 

They continue to confuse me 


I want what they have 

Would trade my soul for a spot in the show 

Five or ten minutes and then I could go 

I wonder what it’s like 

To be treated like God 

Is it unlimited happiness?

Or is it all a facade? 

I wonder what it’s like 

To be treated like those girls 

A whole different world to explore 


I will never be treated like I am God 

My outward appearance is not a facade 

I look in the mirror and begin to cry 

Because my outward appearance doesn’t match any of the people who live better lives 

I want to accept it, but I don’t think I can 

I want our bodies to match so I can finally stop feeling lesser than 

When I look in the mirror, I do not want to cry 

I want to look like the girls who live better lives 

They have all the attention they could possibly need 

Have every guy wrapped up in their sleeve 

They are charming and gorgeous 

Yet always have those high pitched voices 

They look in the mirror and feel as though they could do anything 

Don’t focus on flaws, because there are none to be found 

Look at their stomach, and never let it growl 

They are so free of social confinement 

Get whatever they want as a gift of their beauty 

I want to be beautiful 

By social expectation 

Would I receive the same? 


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