Shut up, count your calories

I never look 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 breathe

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 downplay 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