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Barbie has the prettiest face says the little girl to her reflection how could I reach such perfection? If only somehow I could trace Barbie's outline and take her place And so this became her obsession to doubt herself and fear rejection So there, her life became a maze. Barbie's really only plastic. The realization comes much too late. All these years have been wasted. Ideals shouldn't be so drastic. A stressed out model is about to break, "Don't worry, we'll Photoshop" they said.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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Barbie has the prettiest face says the little girl to her reflection how could I reach such perfection? If only somehow I could trace Barbie's outline and take her place And so this became her obsession to doubt herself and fear rejection So there, her life became a maze. Barbie's really only plastic. The realization comes much too late. All these years have been wasted. Ideals shouldn't be so drastic. A stressed out model is about to break, "Don't worry, we'll Photoshop" they said.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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