You walk in vanity,
They believe your stories,
How can you be so proudful,
And still be in their worthy

Who you are,
Is that what it is?
The amount in pounds,
Makes you loved by the eyes of man,
But only to bring you down
when you don’t reach the type theirs’ fits in?

All a runway to walk upon,
To show you love him,
You’ll be unhappy, and go through hell.
To be somebody he “loves”
But its’ NOT who YOU are.

The image shown in a media-based world,
To think one and all,
Should follow the same image as one girl.

The story of the “girl” and the “boy”
Is not as it should be,
When she’s judged by a criteria,
And not loved for who she’ll always be....

 
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