I'd like for my value to be more than skin deep But it seems that's a foolish request I wish that I saw myself how everyone sees But my bar is stuck higher than the rest I'm tired of squeezing myself in a mold I'm tired of dreading the day I grow old And wrinkles that should tell a million stories Instead, are the reason they ignore me The years of my youth are slowly slipping by And my image is closely related I'm stuck in a body that makes me want to cry Yet I envy what years ago I hated Cause I tried to love myself since I was 13 But I'll never be like what I see on my screen Cause the standard's impossible, and everyone knows And yet the dysphoria grows They say beauty comes in any shape or size And sell us fixes to be easy on the eyes I'm sick, and I'm tired of their pandering lies And I wish I didn't worry about this all the time I'd like for my value to be more than skin deep For what's inside to be more worthwhile I like being creative, I'm a night owl when I sleep And I really like making people smile I've never fit in almost anywhere But frankly, I don't really care, somewhat I like being different, but that doesn't apply To my looks, somehow I'm more than an object; I'm a human being And that's alright with me I'm more than an object; I'm a human being And that's how it should be I'm more than a flower to be plucked at the stem Where the rare beauties prosper And the weeds are poisoned I know it takes time to accept all my flaws But maybe my self-esteem's not a lost cause I'd like for my value to be more than skin deep And one day, for me, it can be