They tell you to be yourself then they judge you Judge you for the mistakes you’ve made in the past The past which is meant to be forgotten Forgotten, so bad thoughts would never last.
No make-up can make your identity. Your identity should not be defined by your weight. Your weight couldn’t matter any less Any less than what they want you’d get hate.
Everyone forces you to follow what’s usual What’s usual about girls that are skin and bones? Bones of thousands of self conscious people People that were never happy in their own homes.
Pressure of perfection exerted by the society The society that is no more perfect than you. You and your heart should be all that you follow Follow so that to yourself you’d be true.