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You sell insecurity like it’s a cure
Turn self-doubt into revenue streams
You crop our bodies to fit your frames
Then blame us for tearing at the seams
You call it “health”, you call it “taste”
But it’s control dressed up as care
You build demand for smaller waists
And profit off the girls’ despair
You invent a flaw, then sell the fix
You set the scale, then move the ticks
Who taught you beauty equals pain?
Who said worth must be explained?
Why does my body need your approval
To be considered sane?
You standardize what should be free
Mass-produce identity
If I don’t fit your fantasy
That doesn’t make a flaw in me
You edit pores, erase the skin
Delete the proof that we are real
You flatten hips, you narrow noses
Call it “polish”, call it “appeal”
Little girls learn how to shrink
Before they learn to take up space
You teach them mirrors are a test
And failure lives inside their face
You manufacture discontent
Then act surprised at what it meant
Who taught you beauty equals pain?
Who said worth must be explained?
Why does my body need your approval
To be considered sane?
You standardize what should be free
Mass-produce identity
If I don’t fit your fantasy
That doesn’t make a flaw in me
Maybe the problem isn’t skin
Maybe it’s the market you’re in
If we loved ourselves out loud
Your whole empire would fall down
Keep your rankings, keep your charts
Keep dissecting women’s parts
I won’t measure my existence
By your numbers or persistence
You can’t define humanity
By symmetry and vanity
Your standards only work
If we agree
