Why

Do we starve and tone and exercise

Go days without eating

Do crazy cardiovascular crap

Hurt our bodies

Just to please hot, shallow bastards who'd never get past your face?

What

Ever possessed us to obsess over thinness, thinness, beauty

Hop on the forbidding scale

Refuse to eat breakfast, dinner, or lunch

Stare and curse and wish for Beyonce's face

Just for some perverted boy to place himself all over me and then leave me behind?

Where

Did we get the idea that jerks, bastards, A-holes could love

Could care for more than our bodies

Could adore more than our breasts

Could want more than our virginity

Just enjoying the pleasure of our taste, our feel, ignoring the hurt on our faces?

When

Will we invest in doing things, fun, silly, happy

Because we crave it

Because we need it

Because we like it

Because we deserve it

Just living in utter happiness, our own way?

Why

Don't we get that beauty is only skin-deep

That Jesus loves me just the way I am?