Perfection

Skinny legs.bigger breasts
is all they want to see
tiny waists and thinner arms
the opposite of me
ther pressure of being perfect
is slowly closing in
an utter sufocation
that dosen't seem to end
society is telling me
beautiful is thin
and if i choose to starve myself
perfection's wat i win
shoving something down my throat
won't get me wat i want
bring me closer to that goal
of a body i can flaunt
society is telling us
beauty is a prize
measured in size of ur breasts
in wieght and clothing size
but lety me tell u here and now
no good will come from that
it seems okay at frist
but it soon becomes a trap
a disease that clouds the mind
and believes wat is untrue
believes ur never good enough
no matter wat u do
there is one beauty that i know
it's the greatest prize of all
it's learning to accept urself
imperfrections, flaws and all
the beaut that really matters
lies in our heart ,our soul, our core
coz when u love what's inside
u love what's outside even more.