It's sad what we designate as perfection
What labels we put on girls in magazines
The value of beauty is so apocryphal
When girls all over the world
Would dwell on fabricated models on the tv
Sit around with friends and feel ashamed
While hiding their body under large clothes
Saying 'I need to feel thin'
But isn't that always how it goes?
The lack of control that we deem
By hurting ourselves and bending down on toilets
At the restaurant after a meal
All that goes in has to come out
'I won't rest until I've lost another pound'
All this to prove to someone
That what's on the inside is real
All that pain we so desperately want to wear on our skin
Just to authenticate what we feel
Isn't it a shame?
Why won't anyone stop to find out
What's really making us fall on our knees
And it isn't just about being thin
Adults all over have nerve to judge
Yet no one stops to see the underlying cause
Shame on them for letting their daughters go through it alone
You see, you could've helped if you had wanted to
But no one notices until it's too late
To do anything
