I picked up a magazine one day
About as happy as i could be----
I knew that I wasn't perfect
But I knew that I was me.
I smiled at a picture
of a girl with light blond hair
Then looked at my own in the mirror
Quickly deciding life wasn't fair.
My hair was a normal black
And I had boring brownish eyes
I studied the beautiful blond girl
And decided I wasn't quite the right size.
Page after page I began to see
The way a young girl should be
And suddenly I realized
I wanted that girl to be me.
Quickly I began to notice
All the things that I should change
My eyes weren't the right color
And my face was a bit strange.
Black hair wasn't quite the right shade
My body wasn't just the right size
The girl in the picture seemed happy
And look how she's surrounded by guys!
If that girl looks so joyful
That must be the way girls should look
After a while my hair was blond
My body much to small
And even though I tried and tried
There was nothing to do about being small.
When I held the picture up to the mirror
I didn't see what I wanted to see
I didn't become the girl in the picture
I was only the same old me.
That magazine taught me about beauty
And what all young girls should be
But now that I've tried to do it, I wonder
What's wrong with just being me?
