I'd like for my value to be more than skin deep

But it seems that's a foolish request

I wish that I saw myself how everyone sees

But my bar is stuck higher than the rest

I'm tired of squeezing myself in a mold, I'm tired of

Dreading the day I grow old

And wrinkles that should tell a million stories

Instead are the reason they ignore me

The years of my youth are slowly slipping by

And my image is closely related

I'm stuck in a body that makes me want to cry

Yet I envy what years ago I hated

Cause I tried to love myself since I was 13

But I'll never be like what I see on my screen

Cause the standard's impossible, and everyone knows

And yet the dysphoria grows

They say beauty comes in any shape or size

And sell us "fixes" to be easy on the eyes

I'm sick and I'm tired of their pandering lies

And I wish I didn't worry all the time

I'd like for my value to be more than skin deep

For what's inside to be more worthwhile

I like being creative, I'm a night owl when I sleep

And I really like making people smile

I've never fit in almost anywhere

But frankly, I don't really care, somewhat

I like being different, but that doesn't apply

To my looks, somehow

I'm more than an object; I'm a human being

And that's alright with me

I'm more than an object; I'm a human being

And that's how it should be

I'm more than a flower to be plucked at the stem

Where the rare beauties prosper

And the weeds are poisoned

I know it takes time to accept all my flaws

But maybe my self esteem's not a lost cause

I'd like for my value to be more than skin deep

And one day, for me, it can be