They send magazines out every day

Covered with beautiful women, skinny and fair

However they're unreachable, so high up we can barely see them

But yet totally desirable

But what's better than wanting something you can't have?

 

The headlines read out

But everything I see is a blur

The tears forming in my eyes

Because I can't look like her

 

They make it seem so easy

Just do this and that

But in reality it took everything I had

It took my confidence, my smile, my life

But then I realized I wanted it back

 

Those women postered on the covers

They don't even look like that

They're edited and changed to look perfect

Perfect doesn't exist unless it's in an unperfect way

I learned to be flawless in my own sort of way

 

I realized all I needed was to be happy,

To be happy in my own skin

So I stared in the eyes of the girl

Who was staring back at me in the mirror

I flashed her a smile and took a deep breath

And then I told myself,

"All you have to do is love the girl in the mirror".