My whole life is numbers

Your whole life is numbers

It starts the moment you are born,
a size a weight.


They tell you have to have so many of this, so many of that


This milk, that milk.
This food, that food a balanced diet

You have to comply


This is the myth they would have us believe


But once past 12 the system leaves


It leaves the model nutritional path


Instead becomes a media plan


When a young girl diets to a size 10


The numbers they play with are nothing more


But some can't see they are just right!


OK correct a pretty sight


To some poor young minds it is so much more.


An 8 a 6 or maybe a 4


How far do you go to be just right, till it kills you?


Your born complete with all the parts


You are unique, special, a one off


Then as you grow your life it changes


As the numbers start to re arrange it


To look like her to walk like another


You sell your soul, fashion becomes your new mother.


Oh that dress only goes to 10 but I'm a 12 so diet again


That perfect body you had at birth


Is now elastic and shrinks to a skirt


You don’t eat the food you need


This new mother has you on your knees


Face in the bowl they sold you this


But its ok you’ve just been sick


You don’t have to eat the world; for a size 16 is an average girl


Look around at models galore, I wish they would smile a little more


So if someone says too fat, to thin what’s it really to do with him


If he wants twiggy or May West the go find her you total pest!


For I’ve seen the fat the tall the thin the small the black the yellow the pink


It’s just one thing that makes me smile


Yes it’s the woman who’s inside


So if you’re a guy and don’t agree
You will never deserved the woman your'e with