Many say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So in my stomach why is there a boulder?
It grows heavier and denser and it feels like I can’t hold it
Piece by piece, bit by bit
How come I constantly feel like this?
Is it due to society or is it just me?
Is it my own self hatred or others’ image of me?
Has society really skewed my image of reality?
Why can’t I be a vision of beauty?
As I look at my reflection I see my every flaw
From my knobby knees, to my nappy hair, and how I’m so tall
I just want to be white, pretty, and small
Can I wake up from this dream?
Where everything isn’t as it seems
Can I wake up one day feeling beautiful?
My life isn’t that wonderful
As I look at my reflection looking back at me
I see what I always see
The true image of a girl who’s ugly