Skinny legs,bigger breasts
Is all they want to see
Tiny waists and thinner arms
The opposite of me
The pressureto be perfect
Is slowly closing in
An utter suffocation
That doesnt seem to end
Society is telling me
Beautiful is thin
And if I choose to starve myself
Perfections what I win
Shoving something down my throat
Will get me what I want
Bring me closer to that goal
Of a body I can flaunt
Society is telling us
Beauty is the prize
Measured in the size or your breasts
In weight and clothing
But let me tell you here and now
No good will come from that
It seems ok at first
But soon becomes a trap
A disease that clouds the mind
And believes what is untrue
Believes your never good enough
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