Look at you; pretty, young thing,
Seeing magazine after magazine after magazine filled with plastic faces and bodies, being fed this lie that that's what women look like.
You don't let it get to your head right away, until your favorite celebrity starts promoting the newest weight loss tool.
This celebrity eventually convinces you to try it, because "you want that ideal body, don't you?".
You eventually become obsessed with what the media is selling you, until you're unrecognizable and deathly ill.
and as you lay on your deathbed,
you whisper sadly, "well that's beauty's price."