Analysis of Beauty Standards

A tap of the screen taps at my heart.
My mind is slowly falling apart.

Take a break.  Take a step back.
You're strong. You're pretty. You're better than that!

But not so much as her.  Her stomach's so small.
The next girl looks at men and wins them all.

I can see her abs.  I can see my rolls.
How come I'm never meeting my goals?

I love eating junk.  It sucks me in.
I look in the mirror.  It feels like a sin.

My skin is so pale.  Her stomach's so small.
I'll never look like a Barbie doll.

I'm crashing.  Shaking.
Heart is aching.

What's it like to feel like ENOUGH?
Instead of this SUFF-

ocation.
I now hate going on vacation.

Because vacation means my body will show.
I don't want to go

Where people will see me
and don't even get me...

So I sit in the breaking.
I sit in the aching,

And tap at the screen that taps at my heart
Another day passes that I'm broken apart.