Look in the mirror, look at it now
You've grown from a positive child to a negative teen, how?
Your mind will ponder, try to analyse this mess
But you can't escape
how awful you look in that dress
Your thighs too fat,
Your hips too wide
Hating yourself, questioning the laws by which you abide
I know I'm not at my best and I won't be for some time
I wish there was something I could do, something I could say
To stop the hate
To stop this demise
Oh darling, just believe it -you're perfect
Perfect in my eyes
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