In her own jaded perception of reality
She opened her eyes.
Herself is what she does hate.
She watches her weight.
Her thighs to big, her dreams too small.
She starved herself to look like a fashion
Queen.
She dreamed of thin, she wished to be tall.
She looked in the mirror imperfection is
All she seen.
In your jaded perception of reality of what
You thought was true don’t forget nobody
Is better than the real you.