Happy With Myself

I am happy with myself. I just hate my body. I am not self-conscious, I just don't want anyone to look at me. I love my appearance, Just my nose is too thick, My lips are too thin, My legs are too big, My breasts are too small. No one ever influences how I see myself, Except for the people I ask if I look ok, And except for those commercials on TV. Well maybe the magazines I read too, Because everyone always looks prettier than me. When will someone love me? Whenever I get to that perfect weight, that perfect complexion. It's not about my talents, ambitions, No, the world Iive in considers my beauty to be my biggest asset So I play along. How else will I get anywhere in life? Study hard, be at the top? Or wear red lip stick and high heels for an interview, and Flirt with my soon-to-be boss. I am sure if I wear a mask, Live in a façade, I will be happy with myself.