I hate the way I look
my legs are too big
so is my stomach
My eyes don't shine
I'm really nothing special
My hair is limp my face
too round, my smile is weird
my teeth aren't straight
No one cares about good grades
when you don't look great
There's this thing
called the looking glass theory
You judge yourself
off of how you think
they think of you
and I hear
Fatty, suck it in
wear this, wear that
fix your hair, baby fat goes away
Are you really going to eat all that?
If the Looking Glass
is a mirror
I'd prefer a window
so I wouldn't
have to look at this creature
who isn't me
I swear
She isn't me!
But if that's what we see
only our faults
Then I'd rather
not see at all