Skinny legs, bigger breast 
Is all they want to see
Tiny waist and thinner arms
the opposite of me
        
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        The sound of its words are moans 
Its tears roll down its cold surface 
Its aches has changed into pain
Its pain has changed to a broken Heart
        
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                    Perfection
                    
                    Skinny legs, bigger breast 
Is all they want to see
Tiny waist and thinner arms
the opposite of me
The pressure to be perfect 
Is slowly closing in
An utter suffocation 
that doesn't seem to end
society is tellingme Beautiful is thin
And if I choose to starve myself 
Perfections what I'll win
Shoving something down my throat 
will get me what I want
Bring me closer to that goal of a body I can flaunt
Society is telling us Beauty is a prize
Measured in the size of your breast  
In your weight and clothing size 
But let me tell you here and now
No good will come from that
It seems okay at first 
But soon becomes a trap
A disease that clouds the mind and believes what is untrue
Believes your'e never good enough
No matter what you do
There is one beauty that i know
its the greatest prize of all it's learning to accept yourself
Im its perfections and all
The beauty that really matters lies in our hearts, our soul, our core
Because when you love whats inside
you love whats out side even more
                

 
                     
                
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