Mirror Mirror on the wall
Wake up for my sake
I've been waiting to know if i'm really any pretty after all
I've been waiting all fall to know if i really have to be this fake

Do i have to get lip injections
Just to look like Kylie
Do I have to get hair extensions
So i can look just like  a Barbie

This is tiring !
Do i have to do this just to be appreciated ?
This crap is time consuming
But yet i don't have a choice , i want to fit in rather than being humiliated

It took me years to understand but i think i get it

Pretty* is .. a carrot a day or nothing a day
Being *beautiful is ...  getting that perfect figure by wearing a waist trainer overnight
It is being on the surgery table to make *at least 20 kg vanish in a day
I can't breathe with this thing on but that doesn't matter , some squished up organs won't doing any harm right ?

i am already empty inside
i have no soul so some rib extractions won't make a difference
i have no soul because i just follow the crowd
i want the boys to notice me more
ha ha and that is definitely supposed to make my parents proud

I think i understand what being perfect and pretty is now .
No pain no gain right ?
To be loved and appreciated i must make changes , drastic changes.
for the better right ?

I must have curves but a flat tummy
I must have a thigh gap but still just enough meat so i can be "yummy" or "hot"
I must have the perfect nose and ***** but not something that is too fake
I must be smart but yet have enough time to look after myself , do my makeup to look pretty for him or look presentable enough

But no presentable isn't knee length skirts and average tops
its tight short skirts and crop tops , things that show off my body , things that show off "their woman" .

So to sum it up to be loved and appreciated , to get  attention and to feel important to someone .
To be accepted i must change
I must do so much but yet at the end of the day it is the men that excited that they got "laid"
and that should make me proud , should i be happy that i at least fit in the range ?

I can forget about school and good jobs
cause all i need and want are boys and **** jobs.
All i need are my best friends , the diet pills
and all those military diet fitness drills.

cause that would make me happy , that would make me feel accepted and wanted.
So i ask again Mirror are you proud of me ?
Am i pretty now ?
Am i perfect now ?
Can I finally be loved now ?
Can i finally be "happy" now ?