Perfection

Skinny legs, bigger breasts
Is all they want to see
Tiny waists and thinner arms
The opposite of me
The pressure to be perfect
Is slowly closing in
An utter suffication
That doesn\'t seem to end
Society is telling me
Beautiful is thin
And if i choose to starve myself
Perfections what i\'ll win
Shoving something down my throat
Will get me what i want
Bring me closer to that goal
Of a body i can flaunt
Society is telling me
Beauty is a prize
Measured in the size of your breasts
In weight and clothing size
But let me tell you here and now
No good will come from that
It seems ok at first,
Then soon becomes a trap
A disease that clouds the mind
And belives what is untrue
Believes your never good enough
No matter what you do
There is one beauty that i know
It\'s the greatest prize of all
It\'s learning to accept yourself
Imperfections, flaws, and all
The beauty that really matters
Is in our hearts, our souls, our core
Because when you love what\'s inside
You love whats outside even more.