Текст песни
I counted all the flaws today
Twenty-three, no, wait… twenty-four
Why does it feel like a war
Just to be
My mirror has a mean sense of humor
It highlights the pores, the thin hair, the rumor
That I’m not enough, that the shape is all wrong
That the girl in the reflection doesn't belong
They say “Just smile more” “Wear a little less black”
“Have you tried this new cream for the pain in the back”
Stupid advice from the ones who don’t see
That the monster they whisper is living in me
But the bass is dropping low now
And my heart is beating loud
I’m so sick of feeling small
I wanna tear down every wall
I wanna feel pretty, not perfect, just real
Wanna dance in the damage and love how I feel
Let the cellulite ripple, let the fine hair blow
I’m tired of crying to songs on the radio
They can laugh at my edges, they can mock my design
But I’m taking this body and making it mine
I’m a woman now, watch me explode
Even shattered glass still glitters, you know
I unfollowed the filters, the digital lies
Caught the girl in the window with different eyes
Yeah, my nose is a little bit crooked, so what
And my wrists are too thin, but my fight is not
Every scar and each stretch mark, a page of my story
Not a glitch in the matrix, not a failure, not gory
They said “Fix your posture, hide your face”
But I’m learning to love the uncomfortable space
And the synths are going crazy
From the sad girl to the lady
I don’t need your stupid cure
I just need to be secure
I wanna feel pretty, not perfect, just real
Wanna dance in the damage and love how I feel
Let the cellulite ripple, let the fine hair blow
I’m tired of crying to songs on the radio
They can laugh at my edges, they can mock my design
But I’m taking this body and making it mine
I’m a woman now, watch me explode
Even shattered glass still glitters, you know
What if beauty is the battle cry
What if smooth skin never saved a life
What if “too thin” and “too much” collide
And the girl they rejected is the one who survived
I wanna feel pretty, not perfect, just real
Wanna dance in the damage and love how I feel
Let the cellulite ripple, let the fine hair blow
I’m tired of crying to songs on the radio
They can laugh, they can stare — I don’t care what they claim
I’m not sugar and spice — I’m a storm, I’m a flame
I’m a woman now — watch me explode
Every scar on my skin is a part of my code
No more stupid advice
No more sleepless nights
My reflection… finally waves back
And she’s… beautiful
