[I don’t know how I feel about this …but it’s definitely something out of my comfort zone. Not my best though I’m sorry]

There once was a circle in the lang of the shapes

But standards remain. Girls, there are no escapes

But every where she went she saw triangles you see

From the girls on television to each magazine

“Why don’t I look like them” she started to ask

And hating her body became her next task

She looked in the mirror and gave a small frown

She was much too short and her stomach too round

Just cause she didn’t look like the triangles she’d seen

Although she was perfect she hated her body

There once was a triangle in the land of the shapes

But insecurities remain. There are no escapes

She looked in the mirror. She felt like a stick

Much too tall and flat as a brick

She longed for the curves of the girl from the street

Like that beautiful circle. Wouldn’t that just be neat.