The bluest eyes, the blondest hair,

the perfect body,

should we really care?

 

In our weak little mind its all we know,

so naive and blind to what is really supposed to show.

 

We are forced to be perfect,

we are pressured to be poised

But the truth is... don't we really have a choice?

 

Must we follow the image that society praise,

or choose to be diffrent and unique in our own way.

Trying to fix your body, correcting God's mistake

but God made you in his image,

your own unique and original way.

 

But God makes no mistakes,

he only creates perfection

a perfection you can't see,

due to your blindness of the media's so-called correction.

 

Being corrupted and changing your flaws, 

fixing yourself until you're society's puppet doll.

 

No one is perfect, try to understand

that perfection is within the way you stand. 

Hold your head up high like Elizabeth the Queen

raise your shoulders,

holding your crown in between. 

 

Look forward and show them all

You are beautiful, gorgeous, original, unique, stunning, intelligent...

because you accept your flaws.

 

When your flaws have been accepted,

you've become one,

not a photoshopped correction that is still undone.

 

Once you've become you,

you will finally realize

that once you smile,

your lips will reach your eyes.

 

Because now that you know you don't need perfection,

tell the ones who tried to change you that "you need correction."

 

Tell them that you're done,

you're done being fake;

You're done taking the risks that you shouldn't take.

 

Show them that your'e done,

tear the magazine

because you now know that everything is not what its seems.

You are not a machine,

you are a human being

let them know you cannot be controlled by the devil's screen.

 

You are bigger, you are better

you see a brighter picture.

You've accepted your flaws,

as the hope for our future...