Perfect does not exist
she screams
her stomach is in a twist
tear streams

They're rolling down her face
she falls
she's a beautiful disgrace
her dolls

even have better shape
it seems
like she's only eaten a grape
she dreams

about a perfect life
there's no
dumb body standards or strife
I know

it's dumb to hope for change
for some
perfection has no range
they're numb

to all the levels of beauty
they loath
real individuality
pretty

is not an appearance
we are
all real physical brilliance
a scar

left by standards and a blade
she died
because we hate what she weighed