She skips meals, applies layers and layers of make up
She drinks things thinking  they'll make her smaller
She ***** her tummy in, she tries to be perfect
She tries to be the idol
Her grades are perfect too, and that's nice
But she's not comfortable
She's not okay with how she looks
She thinks she's not pretty
So the make up will sort her out
She thinks she's fat, but she's not
In my eyes she looks perfect
She looks perfect without the make up
And with her tummy
According to me she's thick, not fat
She's perfect
All the commercial drinks for weight loss are unnecessary, I think
I like her just as she is
I like who she is when she's with me
Because only then she's free to be herself
Should I tell her she's perfect one more time?
And that whoever likes her, should like her just as she is
She's trying to look like the ladies in the magazines but she's not them
She's different , she's beautiful
And her flaws make her more beautiful
I like how her natural hair is *****
But she wants it always straight
I like her chocolate skin colour
But she wants to be lighter
I like how evenly thick she is
But she wants the flat tummy
I like her as she is
And I hope she'll like herself too