13 April 2012
She steps out of the shower but leaves the fog on the mirror
To hide her eyes from her, self proclaimed, horrible figure
She's naked, she cringes, she wants to be thinner
The magazines that she reads shred the confidence in her
The obvious winner, beauty products that cover her skin
And adverts that don't tell her beauty comes from within
She sits and she cries with her arms wrapped round her knees
She thinks as she sighs 'what's happened to me'
'Back in my teens,' she screams, 'I was beautiful
'where'd it all go wrong? How'd I lose it all?'
Now she's paranoid about cellulite and cuticles
Applying lipstick in toilet cubicles
Attempting to achieve the picture perfect image
Of the nip-n-tucked photoshopped pixel perfect women
Slimming, losing weight, another small benchmark
But the cuts on her wrists are much worse than her stretch marks
She smiles once a while but it's strange to see
Because she's cried so many times the tears have stained her cheeks
Gracefully, the Queen of Diamonds digs a bigger hole
Painfully, she tries to hide from her inner soul
The body is a temple, the body is a blessing
It's a fucked up world when we all hate our own reflections
We step out of the shower, we leave the fog on the mirror
To hide our eyes from our, self proclaimed, horrible figure
Victim#1 • Opuss № I