Imperfections

I look into the mirror

And what's staring back at me

Are all the imperfections

That a girl could ever be

Though I starve myself till morning

And work myself till night

But none of it's enough

'Cause my shape is still not right

So I tug on my big sweater

To cover up some skin

But once I take it off

I see my blubbery limbs

And the people start to shout,

"Hey piggy! Want some food?"

But when I turn around

I'm the only one in the room

So I cover both my ears,

But the shouting doesn't stop

So I brave it till the morning

Till the moon has slowly dropped