When I was five I wanted to be a princess.
I wore pretty dresses and mommy's heels to make me tall.
Even at that age I strove to impress.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Am I the fairest of them all?"

When I was ten I gained weight.
I sucked in my stomach and made sure it wouldn't fall.
I tried to limit everything I ate.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Am I the fattest of them all?"

When I was thirteen I wanted to be accepted.
I caked on make-up and waited for my friends to call.
The skimpier I dressed, the more I wanted to be detected.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Am I the coolest of them all?"

When I was sixteen I wanted to die.
I sliced my wrists and hid my pain if I recall.
The darkness closed in on me as I sat and cried.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do you find me pretty at all?"