no one is to blame except the billboards and ads and standards no one is suffering except the girls in the showers and the boys in the changerooms and the people in their rooms no one is helping except the conscience of your conscience no one is changing because we are afraid of something.
she talks about everything not bothering her she cries alone about everything bothering her she takes pictures of her pretty self and she envies all the others who are just as pretty and just as self conscious
how to i tell her she is aphrodite how do i make her believe me because its true