She’s prettier than you
her too
you’re too fat
a fact you knew
but the truth is rolled
folding the pages
the youth are sold
molds for their faces
they’re told what their taste is
who they should play with
girls giving other girls
advice on relationships
“100 ways to please your man
weight loss in a can
spray on tan
you don’t need a necklace
unless it’s two grand”
they hand out these insults
like bulk on the shelves
you might not know it yet
but “you need some help
don’t think of your health
throw up if you need to”
but their model’s diet
is Coke and a needle
all these “perfect” people
creep through the night
like grapes in a Speedo
their lives seem so tight
but life, is simply not that seamless
to please your man
touch his penis
don’t believe this crap
you’re too fat and not pretty
or let someone tell you your “season”
who’s not in your city
sift through the grit
see the true value
each page that gets flipped
strips you to gravel
they point out your wonderful flaws like you’re dirty
tell you when to be flirty
and then what shirt he, will love

they say to wear gloves
then say how they suck
just one week later
they say vote for Taylor
then change their opinion if he loses
every other page
seems like it reuses
the same old abuses
Cool Whippin’ your ass
again, “you’re too fat
there’s not enough cracked
ice in your glass
you need a man who can buy you the world, literally
gold, pearls
you need a man
who’s one of the girls
curl up in a ball
and hate yourself
buy US Weekly
fatten our belts
have a nice Cosmo
your Vanity’s Fair
if you’re just 17
your Glamour’s not there
calling all Madeline’s
all Karen’s, all Elle’s
you’ll Vogue when we tell you
our Mademoiselle’s”
do you buy what they sell
stuck in this Hell
or do you love who you are
a star, not a shell
if I tell you believe in yourself
and you listen
you do the same thing
mainly, you give in
the admission of pride
must come from inside you
if you just sit and ride
you’re too fat and you die
do, you really think you’re that damn ugly
I’ve got news for you, you’re right