Perfect In The World's Eyes

She stares at those magazines
With the girls and their tiny waists
She recalls her mother making comments
And rubbing her weight in her face

She looks into the mirror
And sees only imperfection
And if anyone else looked at it
They'd turn the other direction

No one would notice her many talents
What beautiful things she could draw
No one would listen to her voice
That would surely put them in awe

All the world notices are looks
Nothing more, nothing less
If you aren't at a size 0
Obviously you're a mess

But for the poor girls around
They think of ways
To make themselves look beautiful
Despite what their talents display

The same goes with this dear girl
Who has by now stopped eating
She won't take another bite
Until her heart is barely beating

She will become another fake
Her talents never known
Her singing will fade into the background
And her drawings will turn into stone

But she'll be in the world's standards
She will be thin and pretty
But at the cost of losing herself
Oh my, such a pity

It's sad to know the reality
That people will go to such measure
To be pretty, to be perfect
But to be themselves? Never.

*not based on a true person. (well, not based on a person I know.)