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Shut up, count your calories I never looked good in mom jeans Wish I, was like you, blue-eyed blondie, perfect body Maybe I should try harder... you should lower your expectations I'm no quick-curl barbie I was never cut out for Prom Queen If I get more pretty, do you think he will like me? Dissect my insecurities, I'm a defect, surgical project It's getting hard to breath, there's plastic wrap in my cheeks Maybe I should try harder... you should lower your beauty standards I'm no quick-curl barbie I was never cut out for Prom Queen If I'm pretty, will you like me? They say beauty, makes boys happy I've been starving, myself, carving Skin until my bones are showing Teach me how to be okay I don't want to down-play, my emotions They say beauty is pain You'll only be happy If you look a certain way I wanna be okay I wanna be okay From Letras Mania