Shut up, count your calories
I never looked good in mom jeans
Wish I, was like you, blue-eyed blondie, perfect body
Maybe I should try harder… you should lower your expectations
I’m no quick-curl barbie
I was never cut out for Prom Queen
If I get more pretty, do you think he will like me?
Dissect my insecurities, I’m a defect, surgical project
It’s getting hard to breath, there’s plastic wrap in my cheeks
Maybe I should try harder… you should lower your beauty standards
I’m no quick-curl barbie
I was never cut out for Prom Queen
If I’m pretty, will you like me?
They say beauty, makes boys happy
I’ve been starving, myself, carving
Skin until my bones are showing
Teach me how to be okay
I don’t want to down-play. my emotions
They say beauty is pain. You’ll only be happy
If you look a certain way
I wanna be okay
I wanna be okay