From the album A Matter Of Time
This is not body dysmorphia. This is the sound of someone who has accepted the world's sickness as objective fact. She calls the system sick but treats its verdict as truth, which means she is not fighting it. She is just narrating her own failure.
A woman's best currency's her body, not her brain
She states this like settled law, not an opinion to resist. The word 'currency' turns her entire self into an economic transaction where she has already been appraised and found worthless.
They try to tell me, tell me I'm wrong / But mirrors tell lies to me, my mind just plays along
The mirrors lie, but she believes them anyway. She knows the game is rigged and keeps playing. That is the trap. Reassurance cannot compete with what she sees.
Sometimes I see her, she looks like Snow White / She's everything I am, but my wrongs are turned to rights
Snow White is not some other woman. She is the narrator's hallucination of a corrected self. By calling her baseline self 'wrongs,' she reveals this is not about appearance. She thinks her fundamental existence is the mistake.
I'll never have enough of it
The shift from present tense to future certainty. She is not describing how she feels today. She is writing her own ending before it happens.
The most devastating part is not that she hates her body. It is that she has made peace with hating it. She knows the world is sick but accepts the diagnosis as her reality anyway. There is no fight left here, just documentation.