What a plastic world we live in today 

Coated with concealer 

Corrected with photoshop

We've stopped loving ourselves 

How about 

I'm happy to be me 

Thigh gap I don't need you to tell me I'm pretty 

Love handles I think I'll love you some more

And to that uneaten carton of double dark chocolate ice cream 

I'm coming for you 

Because I'm no barbie doll

To wait for Ken

Love me the way that I love myself 

If you want to go around 

Point and giggle at me 

Just remember that I'm not plastic