Every time I look in the mirror,
           I am disgusted by myself.
                      The way I look.
                 The way I move.
                                                       The way everything is so
    

                                         big.
I hate my genes,
                                                      And I hate my jeans.
I hate being beautiful in "my own way"
                   I think I'd rather them just say I'm plain.

I hate the way I have laughed at myself
           So now all my friends laugh at me too.
And I just shake it off;
             Even though it
                       *hurts me.
                             And I
                                hate
                          ­        the
                                way
                 ­                     I
                                  am.