I have this thing called a body but I let people do things to it because it's cool
I have these things called clothes but I like them short and tight because a boy thinks it's attractive
I have this thing called a heart but I let people break it because  let the wrong guy get into it too many times
I have this thing were every time I look in a mirror I look away because I see a creature who hates and judges things but I cover it up with makeup
I have this thing called a body that I try to change to be more appealing  but it never works
However now I have this thing called him and he is not like any other him he respects my body, he likes it when I wear baggy sweat pants, he's never done any thing to break my heart, he loves me when I eat as much as I want, he is perfect but he's not here yet...