Pretty isn’t for me

I look in the mirror and I wasn’t any skinnier,
From the last time I saw myself I didn’t get prettier,
Brushing my hair out, a bunch fell out,
Washing my face I feel little bumps,
Violet bags under my eyes,
Indigo hands after cold night,
I tried all the serums, I tried all the masks,
I went on a diet,
But still I am fat,
Doubled chinned face,
Looking so squared,
Will someone love me, if I’m gonna change?
I didn’t get prettier,
When cold winter came,
I still wasn’t skinnier when summer said hey,
My nails are breaking,
I’m getting too tall,
Will someone see me, like I’m something more?
Day after day, of trying new things,
I look in that pallet that reflects what they see,
Face is still round up,
Freckles do fade,
Hair so much darker,
When did I change?
Still I’m not skinnier, still I’m not me,
How can I be prettier when pretty isn’t for me.