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Flipping through a magazine
I spot who I want to be
The beautiful model, she's perfect
Not even close to me
Gorgeous hair
The perfect face
She has no flaws
Not even a trace
All I want
Is beautiful hair, luscious lips
The perfect skin
A smaller waist and tinnier hips
A prettier face
Smaller legs and thinner arms
But in order for this
I must do some harm
Starve myself
To get thin
With this idea
The perfect body I'll win
Behind a mask
I'll hide my flaws
Cover-up, lipstick, and liner
Applied without a cause
I look in the mirror
To see the result
Suddenly my perfect dreams
Come to a screeching halt
What I see in my reflection
That girl is not me
Not anymore
Is this what I want to be
Now I realize
That beauty can't be bought
Or from a magazine
It can't be taught...
but yet my heart's set
cuz i wanna be the thinnest & prettiest girl you've ever met