Teach me how to be you

I was kinds mad, I was really chubby when I was younger and i found an old poem I wrote to these girls who were sort of mean to me, just had to fix up some stuff

So teach me how to be perfect
Teach me how to have soul
Teach me how to be plastic
Teach me how to have goals
Show me how to strive

Honey teach me how to be like you
Show me the meaning of life
Cover me up in fake gold
Teach me how to get attention
Booty shorts in the cold

Teach me how to be fine
Shaped like an hour glass
Lips tinted in wine

Teach me how to be a wannabe
How to were jeans so tight your circulation stops

One more thing, get the size up,
Your zippers gonna pop