There are some things I’d like to ask
To this body of mine
Do you like the way you look?
Or would you rather fix your flaws?

No bodies are perfect
But it seems that way for some
For yours have so many imperfections
Or though it might seem so

To my body: I don’t like the way your thighs don’t touch
I don’t like the way your stomach’s not flat
If models aren’t the way you are,
Why would boys desire to have you?

I wish they could see what’s beneath your looks
Because if so they might look twice
But no one ever cares enough
To see what’s good down deep inside

So to my body I ask; will you change for their demands?
I think you’re better just being yourself
If they can see what’s in your heart
That should be enough for anyone, especially you