More Than Skin Deep Milk In The Microwave

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've tried to love myself since I was thirteen
But I'll never be like what I see on my screen
Cause the standards impossible
And everyone knows
And yet, the dysphoria grows

They say beauty comes in any shape or size
And then sell us fixes to be easy on the eyes
I'm sick of and I'm tired of their pandering lies
And I wish I didn't worry about this all the time