I look around me all the time,
And i admit seeing those pictures made me shy,
You see the posters upon the walls,
Silently inside you, you feel the tear falls.
You look at yourself and know you cannot compare,
To that look in her eyes, that icy stare.
You build up your own worries and hate yourself,
As you dont look like the women on the magazine shelf.
I am fed up of seeing the perfect blonde,
And how in the hell are women meant to respond?
Comparison, insecurities and hate.
These type of images make me irate.
There is not such thing as a perfect woman,
There is no perfect shape.
Some women big, some women small,
Some women short and many very tall.
I am only young and what do i see,
Women showing me what i am meant to be.
I know i won't look like them,
However hard i try from am to pm.
I guess we have got to face the fact.
advertisements will cause a negative impact.
But come on girls we all know,
We wont look like women from the catwalk show.
The pictures in magazines are air brushed and fake,
So we do not need to cause ourselves such heartache.
So love who you are,
You are your own star.
And lets be beautifully imperfect all together.
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