When I look in the mirror and I see things I want to change
I cry and draw and write and try to make my image rearrange
Though nothing ever happens, I know this all too well
Sometimes I wish I could be me under a beauty spell

Then I realized to myself, when I woke up one morning
If I was too beautiful, I would be too boring
So instead of thinking of the things that aren’t perfect
Take a moment to reassess if they are really worth it

Forget the idea of perfection
It only gives you deception
For trying to achieve it is like exceeding the speed of light
Or feeling the warmth of the sun at night

You must accept your imperfections
To realize that it will take you out of your depression
For the most breathtaking person understands
That they are a snowflake, unique and grand