What they say.

They say having flat stomach is beautiful.

They say having bigger breast is beautiful.

They say having long hair is beautiful.

They say having big hip is beautiful.

They say being light skin is beautiful.

They say being skinny is beautiful.

 

When I look in the mirror all I see, is this fat, ugly, dark skin girl staring back at me.

When I look in the mirror all I see, is this girl with little breast staring at me.

When I look in the mirror all I see, is this girl with no hip, staring back at me.

I wonder who else see this girl that I see every day.

Go away, go away.

 

I eat breakfast and skip other meals, but she just won’t go away.

I take pill, that reduce my appetite, but she just won’t go away.

I dresses insecure for attention, she just won’t go away.

I have smoke my lungs, but she just won’t go away.

Go away, go away.

 

I want to fit in with the society.

I want to be popular.

People don't love me; because I’m stuck with you being in me, inside this prison I called my body.