Sweet girl, listen to my plea:
All those things you wish to be,
Are only things the eye can see.
Never will they set you free;
A fishing boat in an endless sea.
Sweet girl, don’t curse your skin:
I know you wish to be model thin,
To fix your smile or nose or chin.
But not eating makes your head spin;
Hurting yourself is your greatest sin.
Sweet girl, overcome your fears:
I know there’s pressure from your peers,
To show more skin and drink more beers.
But I promise you it’s not worth the tears;
None of this will matter in twenty years.
Sweet girl, if only you knew:
So much beauty lies within you,
As well as the courage to stay true.
Labels are just words that people spew;
After all, a moth is a butterfly, too.