She sees them smiling,
Telling her she'll be okay...

Everyone says you're ugly,
I don't care what people say...

If you starve yourself from food
Perfection's what you'll win...

It's just how it is
You can't change my mind...

She had a pretty bad fever
Nothing serious...

She wants to look like those girls
She sees in magazines...

I love my not-so-perfect body
I love my frustrating hair...

Now let me tell you something
That every good woman deserves...

Mom, I want you to know you mean everything to me
And I'd trade you for nothing in this world...