The imperfection of my reflection rips at my soul
Feeds my self doubt as I look at the real me without
Without smoothed pixel photo-shopped perfection
Without designer clothes provided for free
Without two hours in the hair and makeup chair
When I awaken as the real me
I hate myself
It's the crunchy candy coating that I love
Feeds my self doubt as I look at the real me without
Without smoothed pixel photo-shopped perfection
Without designer clothes provided for free
Without two hours in the hair and makeup chair
When I awaken as the real me
I hate myself
It's the crunchy candy coating that I love
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