If mirrors were made to be looked into
And people deserve to be loved
Why didn't I feel good peering into
The merciless glass?
Why was I told that my body
No matter how wonderful I felt
Was disgusting?
Why did my eyes veer away from the truth
As I stood, body prominently shown
Even when I felt beautiful?
When a society gets to the breaking point
Where a girl can try her absolute best to be healthy
And someone asks "who are you doing this for?"
As if the answer is something other than herself
There is a problem.

Spending most of my life absolutely loathing my reflection was pointless

Those telling me I need to change
Telling me I should be ashamed
Looking me up and down with a disgusting countenance that spewed hatred and the only words they could make out was "how much do you weigh?"

They were wrong.

There's no need to bring the happy down
And baby, I was soaring before you came around
I WILL LOOK TO MY REFLECTION AND ALL BUT FROWN
I WILL EMBRACE MY CURVES AS THE WINDING HILLS THEY ARE
MY BEAUTIFUL STRETCH MARKS MAKES MY BODY MORE INDIVIDUAL THAN ANY IRON-BOARD
I WILL REJOICE FOR RECOGNIZING MYSELF AS THE GODDESS I TRULY AM
STRUCK DOWN FROM HEAVEN ONLY TO RISE AGAIN
MY BODY THE SACRED TEMPLE OF THE GODS
AND WHEN ASKED HOW I BEAT THE ODDS I WILL SAY,

"We have been taught to hate
Those that appear a certain way
By an unqualified teacher.

And one day, alone with my mirror
I peered into it to see my body clearer
And I realized my beauty was there all along

I was just looking through clouded lenses."

Have you never been hopelessly in love
Without a care in the world?
Trying so very hard to hide your feelings
Though you're breaking.
And the sun can come up
As it does every day
But the emptiness in your heart
Will still remain.
And I know that I'm not perfect
And I know we aren't the same
But I can't shake the image of you
That managed to plague my brain.
So I'll sit back and watch
As you smile, smile away
Just know that, deep down,
I'll never forget your name.

No, "Mr President", I will not stand
I will not chant your pledge
While you crush me under your iron boot
No, "Mr President", I will not salute you
I will not wish you good luck
When you wish for people like me to change
I'm sorry, "Mr President", for being AFRAID
I will hold my breath as my rights
Are slowly stripped away
I'm sorry, "Mr President", but I will not subside
I will not stand idly by
While your reign of terror fills the skies
And I'm not sorry, "Mr President", for wishing you had lost
For you will drive us into the ground
And you'll get your way, at any cost.

Sweet as sugar
Put your hands on me
Feel my soft skin beneath your touch
Trace my lines with your gentle hands
I'm just like sugar
I'll crumble under too much force
So be gentle, dear
Soft like butter
Put your hands on me
Feel my curves
I'm straight from the mold
But I broke coming out
Put me together
Put your hands on me

Walking in a field of broken glass would be the utmost pain
Or perhaps
Telling you how I truly feel would be worse
Some say I'll find my knight
But sadly, not today
Because like the setting sun, you've come and you've gone
And I can't see in the dark
I just want you in my arms
But you're constantly evading my grasp
So I'll soak in your smile with the morning sun
And make sure that each memory lasts.

Go easy on my weary eyes
It's all I'll ask of you
And while you're at it,
Stay for a while
Because I sure could use some  company!
And with every breath comes a sharp pain
And I don't pretend I don't feel it
I wince and whimper, loud as can be
About my own personal hell
The skies, once milky blue, have turned solid grey
The temperature drops oh so low
But not nearly as low as my spirit
I could run and run as fast as my legs would take me
But that wouldn't be very far
Honestly, if anything,
I think it would be like running on a treadmill
On the lowest setting.
And I used to spend my nights looking at the stars
But the clouds have taken over
And I've accepted this
So I spend my time counting the cars
That drive down my solemn path
I think I'm at six right now
Which is an all-time high!
And I'm not sure of the future
And the past is weary

The present seems a bit lonesome, my friend
And I sure could use some company.