Dear diary,
Why won't he notice me?
Is it because I don't look like all those girls in the magazines?
Their perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect everything...
Never going to live up to the standards on tv
Because when I look in the mirror all that I see
Is a flat chest, fat stomach, and broken dreams

Dear diary,
It's been 2 weeks since I've eaten
But it's like nothing has changed
I still feel beaten
I've tried everything from cutting down on the portions
To spending my afternoons gripping to the porcelain
The scale says I've lost 15lb
But I swear to God i still feel them around
And still when I look in the mirror all that I see
Is a flat chest, fat stomach, and broken dreams

Dear diary,
They say I'm suicidal
They call me "sick" for trying to look like those idols
They just don't understand growing up with all these titles
Having to live up to all these expectation set by the media
Just for the off chance that someone will see ya
Let alone want to be with ya
In a world where perfect is the only key to exception
Anything else is just asking for rejection
But when I look around all that I see are these fat fried confections
it's like they're trying to destroy me
So i put up these walls for protection

Dee diary
why doesn't anyone understand
I'm not crazy
I've gone through it
I've got a plan
I know what I'm doing
And I'm doing it for me
So that when I look it the mirror
I don't have to see a flat chest, fat stomach, and broken dreams