Trade your dull eyes for piercing blue.
Trade your limp hair for voluminous,
Your frizzy for silky smooth,
Your straight for flawless curls,
Your boring brown to bleach blonde.
Trade your A-cup for a size three times bigger.
Trade your size 6 for a number you can see right through.
Trade your roundness for thigh gaps,
But be careful don't get too skinny, guys like curves,
But be careful not too much curve, guys like thin.
You're too short to be a model, you're too tall to get a date.
Legs too big, torsos too plump,
Shoulders too broad, feet too wide.
Everything is not enough, or it's too much.

Stuff yourself with diets and exercise regimens.
Feeling faint? Yes? Losing weight? Great!
Brainwash yourself with magazines, models and airbrushed celebrities
That you would hardly recognize in person.
Trade your old blue jeans for a whole new wardrobe.
Requirements? Only a few.
When looking for clothes, remember the look that you're going for is:
Brand names, brand names, brand names.
No individuality? That’s how you play the game.
The true trick to style is to become a walking advertisement.

These new shoes? They’re all the rave.
All the rave, all the same, that’s how you’ll remain:
Overly manufactured and mass-produced,
Put together like a doll on the assembly line.
Stretched, stuffed, sucked, tucked, pumped, puffed.
The closer we get to Barbie, the further we get from human.

In our society today,
The “art” in heart becomes artificial
And your heart becomes plastic.
Beauty is a factory product
And fake becomes the new natural,
And natural becomes a lost word of a lost time
When maybe, just maybe,
Little girls would look at themselves in the mirror and smile.