Flawless

Judge me by my size,
i've had it with these magazine lies.
The archetype of my body is not a prize.
 
Big,small
Short, tall  
I am flawless
 
Is it based within your greed?
Selling me the body that I need,
but sad images are all I read
 
Big, small
Short, tall
I am flawless
 
If you knew why each girl cries
Would you look to the skies
And finally begin to realize that
 
Big, small 
Short, tall
I am flawless
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