Never Enough

She paid so much money to look that cheap,
and she grinned with the whitest of white teeth
and I'm wondering, why are we changing ourselves?
and I'm wondering, why do we keep changing?
I thought, when I was twelve, I had no breasts
and my mother still bought my clothes
from Zellers.
and I see,
this girl she wears guess jeans
and shes
attracting men
older than me.
I just hope her father
is a strong figure.
I just hope he's strong enough
to knock her down.
My mother was strong enough-
enough to be father and mom.
She knocked me down for the both of them,
and I think I will never be good enough.
So you're looking at that girl running
she's more fit, more strong,
more blonde,
than I will ever be
and you tell me what you would like
to do to her,
and I wonder why not me.
Because mother was always good
at "you're fat, you're ugly, you're dumb, you're a liar"
so baby stop telling me I'm not good enough,
just go join the choir.