Trying to be Perfect

An image of perfection
Standards way to high
Sometimes I stop to ask myself
Why I even try

I'll never be the weight
that I want to be
And my stomach will never
be flat enough for me

I will never like
my butt, my breasts, or thighs
No matter how much weight I lose
I'll always want a different size

My face is never clear enough
No matter what I do
And in the end it seems
That one pimple turns to two

So why spend hours working out
Or standing in the mirror
If you don't get smaller
And your face never gets clearer