Who am I fighting against here?
Wasn't it supposed to be myself?
When I first looked myself in the mirror this morning, the first thing I thought what
Who was this girl? It probably isn't me because I distinctly remember
I was never this beautiful, confidence radiating even with the bags under my eyes
Satisfaction existed at that moment, and for once
I thought I'd be happy with how I looked every day
Until taking a step outside to see the higher standards of society
Red lips, small waist, large bosoms, everything that I don't have
Long skinny legs that run for miles, it's what all little girls want to be like and what all men want to have
Because anything less is unworthy of love?
Why is that
The superficial is remarked as the wanted and the underdogs are thrown away in the gutter
Life's unfair; I'm perfectly aware of that
But the praised are barbie dolls and signs anorexia roams the very halls of our high schools
And instead girls are more worried about that stick thin figure, 2 digit number below their feet
Billboards, advertisements, movies all display that hot girl every guy goes for
Even then "geeky" girl becomes a hot chick and gets the guy,
so tell me, Society
Do good girls get the guy too? Or does she have to be beautiful as well in order to get the guy?
Do "geeks" and "nerds" count as unattractive until their faces can match how good their brains are?
Because these standards raised by the people who try to lower them
Are tormenting the ones who can't reach that high
Harming the spirits and hopes of those who would be happy without always being told what to do
Lose weight. Get lipo. Work out more. Get enlargements.
"Don't be yourself."
So I lock myself away in my room, closing the shutters
Afraid of being judged and unloved
Just because I realized that I'm not pretty enough
