Vogue

The girls in the Vogue magazines Their hair’s lucious, healthy, Thicker than I could ever imagine Their smiles don’t seem fake Their clothes sit on their body Their dream body The type that every girl on the internet is looking for Working out for Fasting for So they could achieve such body goals I stand in the mirror, brushing my hair It’s thin and damaged Flat like I could never imagine My smile seems far too fake My clothes don’t sit on my body as they should I don’t have the dream body That every girl on the internet is looking for Working out for Fasting for So they could achieve such body goals While the Vogue cover girls Like as if they’re full of life I look as if I’m dead inside Which I truly, truly am And I’ve grown tired of hiding it