Little girl of fourteen,
Flipping through a magazine,
Says she wants to look that way.
Like the stunning girls on every page.
But her hair isn't straight,
Her body isn't fake,
And she's always felt overweight.
Weighed down by her own self hate.
Well little girl of fourteen,
I wish that you could see,
That beauty is within your heart.
And you were made with such care,
Your skin, your body and your hair,
Are perfect just the way they are.
More beautiful than any movie star.
There could never be a more beautiful you,
Defy the lies, disguises and hoops they make you jump through.
You were made to fill a purpose,
One that only you could do,
So there could never be a more beautiful you.