Turn the page, perfect symmetrical body
Wearing the clothes you wish you have
With their glowing colored eyes and skin.
Turn the page, expensive make-up ads,
Make your eye lashes look longer than your hair,
Make your flawed skin look flawless
And your lips look bigger than your face.
Turn the page, tips on boys,
They tell you how to act around them
And try to convince you to be something you’re not.
Turn the page, you start feeling neglected
You feel the urge to look like them,
You feel the need to buy their products to look better
And you feel imperfect because they’re in magazines and you’re not.
But no one said there was only one type of girl,
With only one type of perfect
And only one type of beautiful.
And then you notice;
Those girls aren’t real,
They were altered and created with technology;
They’re an image from someone else’s imagination.
But you are real,
Don’t let anyone alter or create your true self;
You’re not an image from someone else’s imagination.
Turn the page, you’re perfect.