I use to know three girls,
Who all hated some part of them.
One girl hated how tall she was,
So she never wore heels.
One girl tried every weight loss thing,
In the book,
And wasted two years of her life,
Trying to get skinny.
And the last girl,
Hated herself for how skinny,
Oh, girls don’t you see,
You don’t have to change anything,
To be beautiful to me.
It’s all twisted in your heads,
And I wish it wasn’t,
Because your beauty is real,
Even if you don’t see it.