I really wanted to be skinny when I was younger. I still really wanna lose 3 pounds. Just 3, thx! I should go on a no-carb diet. Is butter a carb?
I made a beat, wrote, and recorded this song, entitled, eh-hm!: “I Wanna Be Skinny” when I was an angsty 17-year-old. Minus the cheap production value (notice that I did not use the word low-budget; this would represent me just being rude to myself. Besides, what kind of budget would a 17-year-old have?! I’M NOT A DADDY’$ GIRL RI¢H.) and the deadpan aka slightly off-key singing, I actually think this song had and still has some potential.
The super-poignant lyrics are below, and as you listen and follow along, please also browse the pictures of my former teenage self.
Today, I woke up leaning over the toilet.
I looked in, saw my reflection down below.
Through the green and orange slime, I could see that I wasn’t satisfied.
And so, I flushed it.
And so, I flushed it.
Everyone says I need help.
But I see no problem. I see no problem, I see no problem.
I’m beautiful.
Although, I could always afford to be better.
La da da da da da X 8
Chorus:
I need something else, so I can be skinny.
Skinny, once again.
Maybe I could fit a smaller size, and I won’t be scared to try.
Until I’m skinny.
It’s all I really want.
He looked into me
And told me I was nothing but ugly
And fat.
I guess that must be true.
I wouldn’t lie to myself, would I, would I, would I?
La da da da da da X8
Bridge:
I keep on pushin’
I keep on tryin’
It might be dangerous but I’m sick of cryin’, oh I
Keep on pushin’
I keep on tryin’
It might be dangerous but I’m sick of cryin’ oh
Chorus (out)
I was one of these kids:

My hair looked like this (so glam, obvs!):

and/or Ms. Brandy Norwood’s dookie braids:

And, finally, because I was 17 and pregnant:
