This wretched body cannot be right
This body does not belong to me
I wish I could look in the mirror
And see what I want to see.

Flat-chested,
Tall,
Clear skin,
And small.

This body does not belong to me.
I wish I could just make it disappear
It never will though,
I consistently fear.

This body does not belong to me.
I can deal with it no longer.
I don't care what you say,
It will not make me stronger.

This body does not belong to me.
I'd rather tear off my own skin
Then live another day in it.