I know beauty comes from within
But maybe I'd be happier if I were a little more thin
I want to take a pair of scissors and cut the fat off my skin
It's not a competition
But I still need to win.
Everytime I look at the scale
It's a reminder of another way I failed
No matter how may calories I count
Or how pretty I can be
This body will never be enough for me
I don't know what it is about these lungs or these ribs
Maybe my heart just has no more love to give
Some call it gluttony, some call it shame
But I see it all the same.
