Why Aren't I?

Why aren't I--
The perfect one?
Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect smile?
The one with a hundred friends?
(or maybe just one real one)
The one that doesn't have to try
To get the grades I strive for?

Why aren't I--
The happy one?
Perfect life, perfect grades, perfect family?
The one with a happy ending?
(or maybe just a timely one)
The one who always gets her way
But doesn't seem spoiled doing it?

If you'd like to see my faults
Just look along my legs
They're all carved there
Bitch, imperfect, ugly, fat
I'm fat in a size zero
'Cause I'm in my sister's shadow

I've gotten so good at acting
The smile nearly reaches my eyes
People can't even tell
That they're looking at damaged goods

Look into my eyes
And tell me that I'm beautiful
Tell me that it's going to be okay
Can you do that?
And if you can do that...
Can you mean it?