Do you know what it's like every day
Dreading your life in every way?
Fearing you'll never be good enough
The minutes get longer and your life gets tough.
And how about that body of yours
That you hate but everyone else ignores?
The rolls on your stomach and fat on your thighs
But propoganda to what beneath it lies.
A young girl too afraid to be herself
Took a notepad down from the shelf
Started writing how she really feels
And that the true her is still concealed.