God created us all equal
Everyone with a different face
A different nationality, a different ancestry
A different race
A different height, a different weight
A different structure, a different shape
Who’s to say what’s beautiful
You can’t be perfect in your mind
Everyone has something they want to change
When their reflection catches their eyes
And maybe your definition of attractive
Completely differs from mine
How many ways have we invented
To change and correct the way that we are
To disguise all of our flaws, our blemishes
Our spots and our scars
In this world being beautiful is so important
We tear ourselves apart
I wonder about God, who drew the world on a canvas
And all the people who exist
What does he think when he sees someone
Starving to weigh less
How can so many people
Feel the need to live like this
Obsessions and bad habits
People trying way too much
To change everything about themselves
Trying to be good enough
But beauty is only skin deep
And there is no perfect
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