Walking down the street,

At the mall,

At the gym,

I see people every where, trying only to be thin.

They starve

Work

Hit

Blame

Not seeing who they are.

Instead they see a body,

Made of bones

Made of fat.

They don't see

The way their eyes light up

Their smile

Hear their laugh.

They don't see there's so much more to them

Than a number on a scale.

They just see that they're "not good enough,"

Because that's what they've been taught to see.

But I want to see an end to this.

Tell the media

Tell the magazines

Tell the fashion industry

Tell the world.

I am more than what I look like,

So is everyone else.

And I think that's beautiful.