In my own crazy world
There would be no perfect figure
Young women wouldn’t strive
To look like one another
Young souls wouldn’t shatter
In disappointed to
Look like the “Thin”
Beauty would only be found
From within
Super models in our society would be
The mother Teresa types,
So loving, beautiful, and gifted inside.
Too fat…
Too thin…
Too short…
Too tall…
It’s a game we no longer have to play.
If we lived in my crazy world,
Human figures would be
The last talk of the day.
Wearing a bathing suit wouldn’t be as hard as it.
Young women wouldn’t have to
Harm their bodies to please their peers
If we lived in my crazy world,
Here would be no perfect figure
Only perfect love.