Every t-shirt that I own is two sizes too big
Don't want anyone to know I have a body
But even if I started wearing clothes that actually fit
My skin is so tight, I can't breathe comfortably

So it stretches so thin it breaks
And that leaves little lines that are both angry and sad
And I am embarrassed and ashamed
Of the red and purple stretch marks that litter my entire lower half

So I try to make myself look as small as I feel
I hunch my shoulders and avert my eyes
And pray to God that somebody can see the appeal
Of a person whose only pretty on the inside