little girl, crying in the corner of your room
wondering why life feels like such a tomb.
when your thighs are bigger than your palms
but your plate is always empty
and your bones are always achy
because you've walked a hundred miles
but still can't fake the academy winning smiles.
don't you know who you are?

little girl, kneeling on tile
watching dreams swirl with bile
so that you can feel accepted in the world.
wondering why no one wants you
and why no one can stay true
though you read about razorsharp hips
and all those hollywood flirting tips.
don't you know what you are?

little girl, left alone behind the flow
not getting what you reap and what you sow,
so you feel a little more worthless.
with a heart made of genuine gold
but looks are more then love, you're told.
so you continue to hide behind a screen
hoping he'll love what he's never seen
don't you know how you are?

little girl, who is bleeding bright
i wish that i could show you the light.
not the darkness that you feel you deserve.
your dream bikini body isn't worth your soul
if it turns your diamonds straight to coal.
it's okay you're not starly perfect
or a man's personal object.
don't you know when you are?

little girl, your body is a temple
it's okay if your corners are gentle
or your tags are higher then others.
your pain is clearly showing
but you can't keep it from growing.
unless you know that true loves lies in the heart
long nights, sweet words, hating days apart.

don't you know you are beautiful?