Do You Think I'm Beautiful?

"The way you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know-oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful"
But I do know, I can see, I can see quite clearly
You see, some people, way back when
Invented something called a mirror, and it's still here today
I'm looking at mine right now, and it has something to say
I can't be beautiful

I mean, my eye has a birthmark, it looks like a wart
And there's skin overlapping them, doesn't really work in my favor
And my skin has a lot of freckles because I was always in the sun
My legs don't work right because I limp around the room
And I fall down the stairs, I trip over nothing, just thin air
I've never needed braces, but my teeth aren't exactly whole
Because I fall on my face every day, if not more
My stomach's too big, my butt is too small
And to top it all off, I can't be beautiful
Do you think I'm beautiful?

When I was young, I was a boy
More so than I was a girl, even though I'm really female
And I thought love was reserved for models
And my sole job was to fight
Fight, fight, fight, I still hear the chant
I heard it daily, along with kick, kick, kick!
I played with the boys, I hated the girls
Oh, how I envied them
With their beautiful smiles and flirty glances
At the boys I was among, was I not beautiful enough?
Will I ever be beautiful enough?

When I started throwing
Purging, starving, dieting
Taking laxatives to lose more weight
I thought, Maybe now I'll be beautiful
But people just thought I was too thin
But without it, too fat
No one thought I was beautiful
Do you think I'm beautiful?
AM I BEAUTIFUL YET?

If I change my hair color again
If I drop twenty more pounds
Or gain twenty more
Or if I get fake breasts, or butt implants
If I stop biting my nails, start wearing more makeup
Will I be beautiful?
Do you think I'm beautiful?

If I reshape my wardrobe into what they all wear
Yoga pants, booty shorts, push-up bras
Low-neck t-shirts, G-strings, stripper heels
Will I be beautiful?
Am I beautiful yet?
When will I become beautiful?