This body I was given;
Will you love my rolls and curves?
What about the skin that covers my nerves?
Even my ribs that stick out?
That is something I really doubt

I’m insecure and don’t know what for
It gives me stress and is such a bore
I just want you to love me
Look past my body and you’ll see

This face I was given;
Please don’t look at my pimples or nose
I’m certain you won’t like them, but who knows
My big forehead, and big eyes
Trust me my face isn’t that much of a prize

I worry about what you’ll think
I’m afraid you’ll hate it once you get a wink
My body isn’t perfect
Ugly and broken last time I checked

This personality I was given;
I hide everything behind a smile
I’ve been this way for a while
I get overly sad and wanna die
Especially when no one is around when I cry

I don’t know what to do
I’m slowly starving myself if you only knew
They say they wish they had my body
When I'm wishing I could be loved by somebody

This boy I was given;
He is perfect in every way
I wish I could be skinny like him every day
I know he won’t like my body
He may just stare and look at me oddly

I can’t live this way no more
I’ve tried everything, being this way is a chore
Maybe I’ll stop and give in
I can’t even love the things I was given