All around I see – girls who look like me – think that’s what they want to be – but I’m an illusion – it’s confusing – and look how I’m moving – right through them – they don’t even see my face – it’s like people always say – in real life I’m not how they – imagined, no I’m not that way – I’m shorter it’s a fact kids – and I’m not as attractive – and the hair’s a wig – and my boobs aren’t that big – look at me closely – I reckon mostly – you wouldn’t quite know me – yeah I remind you of someone – you can’t put your finger on – it’s like I’m not even real – without high heels – that’s how it feels – I’m a figment of your imagination – an idealisation – a creation – and this situation – cannot go on like this – something’s got to give – so I’m giving up the big – boobs and I’m giving up the wig…