Too fat, or too thin,

Living's now a sin,

Insecurity's obligatory,

When the signs all point to this,

A girl of 15 stands at the mirror,

All she dreams of is to be thinner,

So her hand moves now to the back of her throat,

And all at once room starts to spin,

The image she saw of the "perfect" figure,

Was a criminal concoction produced in a lab,

Too fat, or too thin,

Living's now a sin,

Insecurity's obligatory,

When the signs all point to this,

A boy of 15 stands at the mirror,

And all he sees is his skin could be clearer,

So he grabs at the soap and he scrubs and he scrubs,

Till the skin falls off and the bone is smooth,

The image he saw of the "perfect" figure,

Was a criminal concoction produced in a lab,

With the things that are shown,

On screen in the magazine,

Every day is another nightmare,

Nobody should, 

Feel the way that they do,

But the way that we do 

Is a pain that we share.

Obesity a buzz word thrown around at will,

All geared up to sell you this pill,

But next time you see,

A 6 stone model on the page 3,

Be aware of the advert,

Selling you that big mac.

Too fat, or too thin,

Living's now a sin,

Insecurity's obligatory,

When the signs all point to this,

The image you saw of the "perfect" figure,

Was a criminal concoction produced in a lab.