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The mirror tells a narrow tale
It only sees a certain scale
But I'm beyond what it can say
I'm rounding out my happy days
Their filtered pics can't change my worth
I've known my value since my birth
Curves I own are full of grace
No filter needs to touch my face
The measuring tape lies on the floor
A pile of clothes I tried before
I don't need numbers to define me
I already call this body mine
The measuring tape lies on the floor
A pile of clothes I tried before
I'm proud to live inside this skin
I'm done with being paper thin
Their filtered pics can't change my worth
I've known my value since my birth
Curves I own are full of grace
No filter needs to touch my face
The measuring tape lies on the floor
A pile of clothes I tried before
I don't need numbers to define me
I already call this body mine
The measuring tape lies on the floor
A pile of clothes I tried before
I'm proud to live inside this skin
I'm done with being paper thin