SKINNY BITCH

CATEGORY

Primary Emotion

Disgust

Also Fits

Frustration, Anger, Vanity, Resentment, Self-Deception, Toxicity, Obsession, Artificial Beauty, Control

This song connects with people who have watched someone become obsessed with appearances until the person they once knew almost disappeared.

It connects with people who have spent years trying to warn someone they cared about, only to be ignored again and again.

It connects with anyone who has watched a person chase beauty so hard that they became uglier in the ways that truly matter.

Not ugly because of their face.

Not ugly because of their body.

Ugly because of the attitude that began growing underneath it all.

There are people who become addicted to how they look, how they are seen, how many compliments they receive, and how much attention follows them. Everything becomes about the next mirror, the next photograph, the next treatment, the next appointment, the next little thing they believe will make them look younger, richer, healthier, or more important.

Sometimes they cannot see what everybody else sees.

They think they are improving themselves.

Other people can see them slowly destroying something.

This song also connects with people who have been in a relationship where they felt forced to watch somebody make the same bad choice over and over again.

You warn them.

You explain your concern.

You tell them what you see.

You try to help.

Then eventually, after years of being ignored, something inside you changes.

Concern becomes frustration.

Frustration becomes anger.

Anger becomes disgust.

That is where this song lives.

It is not a gentle song.

It was never meant to be.

It comes from years of watching, warning, arguing, driving, waiting, and seeing the same pattern repeat itself.

Sometimes a title is polite.

Sometimes a title tries to protect everybody’s feelings.

This one does not.

SKINNY BITCH says exactly what I was feeling.

WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT

SKINNY BITCH is about what happens when vanity becomes an obsession and that obsession begins changing a person from the inside.

The tanning is part of the story, but the song is not only about tanning.

The deeper story is about someone trying so hard to create a certain outside appearance that she loses sight of the person she is becoming underneath it.

For years, I told my ex that I did not believe tanning beds were good for her.

I was concerned about what they could do to her skin and her health. I did not understand why anybody would repeatedly put themselves through something that could damage them just to look darker for a little while.

She kept going.

The more I warned her, the less it seemed to matter.

She regularly went to Planet Beach, and I began connecting that place with the person who seemed to come back out of it.

I started calling it Planet Bitch.

That name did not come from nowhere.

It came from how I felt every time she went there.

Whether I drove her or she found another way to go, I believed the same thing was going to happen. She would walk into that place one way and come back out with a different attitude.

Maybe she felt better about herself.

Maybe she believed the tan made her more attractive.

Maybe it gave her confidence.

All I knew was that the confidence did not feel healthy to me.

It felt like arrogance.

It felt like anger.

It felt like she came out more defensive, more difficult, and more impressed with an appearance that I personally did not find attractive.

That is the central idea behind SKINNY BITCH.

A person can spend so much time working on the outside that she stops noticing what is happening inside.

The skin gets darker.

The attitude gets colder.

The face becomes more artificial.

The personality becomes harder.

The person believes she is becoming more beautiful while the people around her begin seeing something else.

That is a difficult thing to watch, especially when you are close to the person.

You can care about someone and still hate what they are doing.

You can love someone and still become disgusted by the attitude they carry.

You can try to protect somebody and eventually reach a point where you are tired of protecting them from themselves.

That is the point this song reaches.

It is not asking politely anymore.

It is not trying to convince her.

It is looking directly at the whole picture and saying, this is what I see.

THE STORY BEHIND SKINNY BITCH

For years, I kept telling my ex not to go to tanning beds.

It was not one conversation.

It was not something I mentioned once and forgot about.

It went on for years.

I believed they were bad for her.

I believed they could damage her skin.

I believed they could create health problems later in life.

I could not understand why somebody would take that risk simply to look more tanned.

To me, it did not even look natural.

There is a difference between somebody being outside, living life, working, walking, travelling, spending time near water, or enjoying the sun, and somebody repeatedly going under artificial light trying to force a look onto their body.

One is life.

The other is manufactured.

That manufactured look never appealed to me.

I would see people come out with that deep, artificial colour and think it looked terrible. They thought they looked better. They thought they looked healthy. They thought they looked young, rich, relaxed, or attractive.

I saw something completely different.

I saw skin being damaged.

I saw people trying too hard.

I saw a fake colour covering a deeper insecurity.

I saw somebody standing in front of a mirror convincing herself that something artificial was somehow more beautiful than what she naturally had.

That difference in how we saw it created a lot of frustration.

My ex enjoyed going to Planet Beach.

I hated it.

There were times I drove her there even though I did not agree with it.

That is one of those things people do in relationships. You do something for somebody because they want it, even while knowing you want nothing to do with it.

I would take her there and already feel angry before she even walked inside.

I knew what I believed.

I knew what I had said.

I knew she had heard all my warnings.

She was still going.

That is where the resentment began building.

It was not only about the tanning bed anymore.

It became about being ignored.

When you care about somebody and warn them about something, you hope they at least listen.

They may not agree.

They may still make their own decision.

But you hope your concern matters enough for them to think.

After years of repeating yourself, you begin wondering whether anything you say matters at all.

That feeling can poison a relationship.

You start thinking, why am I even talking?

Why do I keep explaining myself?

Why am I driving you to a place I believe is harming you?

Why am I participating in something I am completely against?

Those questions do not stay quiet forever.

They turn into sarcasm.

They turn into nicknames.

They turn into arguments.

They turn into songs.

Planet Beach became Planet Bitch in my mind because that was what I believed came out of the place.

She would go in wanting a tan, and I felt like she came out with a different attitude.

It became part of the pattern.

There was the obsession with appearance.

There was the food.

There was the weight.

There were the calories.

There were the photographs.

There was the attention.

There was the need to look a certain age.

There was the belief that every little artificial improvement was somehow helping.

I did not see it that way.

I saw somebody chasing an image that could never be satisfied.

That is the problem with vanity.

It never says, that is enough.

There is always another flaw.

Another wrinkle.

Another pound.

Another photograph.

Another appointment.

Another product.

Another treatment.

Another reason to believe the person looking back from the mirror is not good enough.

When a person begins living that way, she can become impossible to reassure.

You can tell her she looks fine.

She does not believe you.

You can tell her she does not need another treatment.

She thinks you do not understand.

You can tell her she is becoming obsessed.

She becomes defensive.

You can tell her you are worried.

She hears criticism.

Then the argument changes.

It is no longer about the actual issue.

It becomes about whether you are supportive enough.

Whether you are jealous.

Whether you are controlling.

Whether you understand beauty.

Whether you understand women.

Whether you are trying to hold her back.

The original concern disappears underneath all of that.

That happened in this story.

My concern was simple.

I did not believe tanning beds were good for her, and I did not like the way the artificial tan looked.

That was the truth.

I did not think the deep tan made her look better.

I thought it looked fake.

I thought it looked unhealthy.

I thought it made the skin look older and rougher instead of younger and more beautiful.

In my eyes, it was doing the opposite of what she believed it was doing.

That created an even greater distance between us because she was proud of something I found ugly.

People sometimes hear the word ugly and think only about physical appearance.

That is not the whole meaning here.

The song describes an ugliness that grows from behavior.

A person can be physically attractive and still become ugly through arrogance, cruelty, dishonesty, selfishness, or the constant need to judge everybody else.

That kind of ugliness is harder to cover.

A tan cannot hide it.

Makeup cannot hide it.

Filters cannot hide it.

Designer clothing cannot hide it.

A person may fool people for a moment, but attitude eventually walks into the room before anything else.

That is what I was seeing.

The outside was being polished constantly.

The inside was becoming harder to live with.

There are relationships where one person spends years trying to keep peace while the other person keeps changing the rules.

You think the problem is one thing.

Then it becomes another.

You think the argument is about tanning.

Then you realize it is about respect.

You think you are discussing health.

Then you realize the other person thinks you are attacking her identity.

You think you are warning her because you care.

She thinks you are interfering.

That difference can become enormous.

It can take over conversations that should have been simple.

I did not sit down one day and decide I wanted to write a polite song about artificial tanning.

There was nothing polite left in me by the time this song existed.

The title came from years of frustration.

SKINNY BITCH is not trying to be fair to every person who uses a tanning bed.

It is not a statement about every thin woman.

It is not saying every person concerned with appearance is bad.

It is about one person, one relationship, one pattern, and one reaction that built over time.

That distinction matters.

Songs can be specific.

They can come from one face, one place, one memory, and still connect with thousands of people who lived something similar in a different form.

Maybe their partner was not obsessed with tanning.

Maybe it was cosmetic surgery.

Maybe it was dieting.

Maybe it was social media.

Maybe it was alcohol.

Maybe it was money.

Maybe it was status.

Maybe it was attention from other people.

The details change.

The feeling of watching somebody chase something unhealthy while ignoring you remains the same.

I also wanted the song to carry some humour because anger sometimes becomes easier to express when you make it sharp.

Planet Bitch is funny because it came directly from frustration.

It turns a business name into the name of an attitude.

There is something almost ridiculous about driving somebody to a place you cannot stand and already knowing what you believe will happen next.

You sit in the vehicle.

You wait.

You look at the door.

You know the person will come back out proud of the result.

You know you will hate it.

You know there may be another argument.

You also know the whole thing will happen again.

At some point, the situation becomes so repetitive that it almost feels like a comedy, except nobody is laughing.

That is where some of the exaggeration and bite in the song comes from.

The song takes the entire routine and pushes it into a character.

The lettuce.

The wine.

The calories.

The mirror.

The photographs.

The filters.

The fake smiles.

The rich attitude.

The obsession with staying young.

All of it becomes one person trapped inside an artificial version of herself.

That character is not meant to be gentle.

She is defensive.

She is angry.

She judges everybody.

She wants attention.

She wants to look young.

She wants to appear high class.

She wants people to believe she is perfect.

Underneath all of that, she is lost.

That last part is important.

Anger can tell the truth, but sometimes it takes time before you see the sadness underneath the anger.

A person does not become obsessed with artificial beauty because she feels completely secure.

Something is usually driving it.

Fear of aging.

Fear of rejection.

Fear of becoming invisible.

Fear of not being desirable.

Fear of being compared with younger women.

Fear of not receiving attention.

Fear of becoming ordinary.

Those fears can take over somebody’s life.

I could see the behaviour.

I could see the attitude.

I could see the choices.

I could not always see what fear was underneath them.

When you are inside a difficult relationship, you do not always have the patience to become a psychologist.

You are trying to survive the day.

You are trying to stop the next argument.

You are trying to understand why something that seems so obvious to you is completely invisible to the other person.

You are angry.

You are hurt.

You are tired.

That is the honest place where this song was created.

It was not written from a calm distance.

It came from disgust while the memory was still sharp.

It came from the feeling that I had warned her enough.

It came from looking at the artificial tan and thinking it did not look beautiful at all.

It came from watching the attitude change and thinking, there she is again.

It came from being done with pretending I liked something I hated.

I have never believed that beauty comes from one shape, one age, one body, or one colour.

People can be attractive in many different ways.

A person can carry beauty through kindness.

Through humour.

Through confidence.

Through intelligence.

Through warmth.

Through the way they treat people who cannot offer them anything.

A person can become more beautiful as she gets older because she becomes more comfortable with herself.

That kind of beauty does not need to prove anything.

It does not need constant attention.

It does not need a filter.

It does not need to look twenty-five forever.

The beauty being chased in this story was the opposite of that.

It was nervous.

It was hungry.

It was always asking for more.

It wanted another compliment.

Another photograph.

Another look.

Another reason to believe the years were not passing.

But the years do pass.

That is life.

Trying to fight every sign of age can become its own kind of prison.

You stop living because you are too busy checking whether you still look young.

You stop enjoying food because every calorie becomes an enemy.

You stop trusting photographs because they are never good enough without editing.

You stop hearing compliments because you need another one five minutes later.

You stop accepting love because you are too busy searching for attention.

That is the tragedy behind the anger in SKINNY BITCH.

The person believes she is protecting her beauty.

She may actually be destroying her peace.

That is not only about my ex.

That is happening everywhere now.

People are surrounded by edited faces.

Artificial bodies.

Filtered photographs.

Perfect lighting.

Cosmetic procedures.

Weight-loss promises.

Anti-aging promises.

People pretending they woke up looking a way that took hours, money, products, and technology to create.

Young people are looking at these images and thinking something is wrong with them.

Older people are looking at them and thinking they are disappearing.

Everybody is being sold a problem.

Then they are sold the supposed solution.

This song attacks that entire world through one personal story.

It says there is something ugly about fake perfection.

It says there is something dangerous about a person who cannot see the damage because she is addicted to the illusion.

It says a mirror can lie when the person looking into it already knows what she wants to believe.

It also says the people around her can see the truth long before she accepts it.

That is what happened from my point of view.

I saw the tan.

I saw the skin.

I saw the attitude.

I saw the pattern.

I kept saying something.

She kept going.

Eventually, the warning became a title.

The title became a character.

The character became a song.

WHY THIS SONG FITS MOITA

SKINNY BITCH fits MOITA because MOITA does not pretend every part of life is beautiful.

Some songs come from love.

Some come from loss.

Some come from pain.

Some come from admiration.

Some come from questions.

Some come from the moment you finally say what you have been thinking for years.

This is one of those songs.

MOITA has always been about real reactions to real life.

Not polished reactions.

Not safe reactions.

Not reactions cleaned up so nobody feels uncomfortable.

Real life does not always arrive in polite language.

Sometimes somebody pushes you for years, ignores every warning, repeats the same behaviour, and eventually the words that come out are harsh.

That does not automatically make the feeling false.

Sometimes the harshness is the evidence of how long the feeling was held inside.

This song also fits MOITA because it is about more than the obvious subject.

On the surface, it is about tanning, dieting, fake appearances, and a toxic attitude.

Underneath that, it is about identity.

It is about a person who does not believe her natural self is enough.

That question appears across many MOITA songs.

Who are you when the appearance is removed?

Who are you without the attention?

Who are you without the money, clothing, status, body, title, or image?

What remains when the outside no longer receives the reaction you expected?

MOITA songs often look behind the face people show the world.

They ask what is hiding underneath.

Fear.

Pain.

Pride.

Jealousy.

Insecurity.

Strength.

Hope.

Regret.

This song looks underneath fake confidence and sees somebody trying to outrun herself.

It also connects with the larger MOITA story because I have never believed in pretending something is beautiful simply because society says it is.

People are told what to admire.

What body to want.

What age to fear.

What face to copy.

What product to buy.

What treatment will supposedly change their life.

I question those things.

I always have.

I look at something and decide for myself whether I believe it.

In this case, I did not believe the artificial tan looked good.

I did not believe it was worth the risk.

I did not believe the attention it created was healthy.

I did not believe the attitude that followed was attractive.

The song says that plainly.

There is also a contradiction inside this song that belongs in MOITA.

The character is trying to become more attractive, but her behaviour makes people pull away.

She wants to appear high class, but her insecurity controls her.

She wants attention, but she is angry with everybody.

She wants to look young, but the obsession makes her seem older.

She wants perfection, but the chase exposes every crack.

Life is full of those contradictions.

People destroy relationships trying to become more desirable.

They sacrifice health trying to appear healthy.

They become miserable trying to create the appearance of happiness.

They spend money they do not have trying to appear wealthy.

They hide their real face trying to become seen.

That is a MOITA subject because it is about the difference between appearance and truth.

MOITA is always looking for what is real underneath what people perform.

That can be uncomfortable.

It can be angry.

It can be funny.

It can be cruel.

It can also be honest.

SKINNY BITCH belongs in the catalogue because it catches a specific kind of anger many people understand but may be afraid to say out loud.

The anger of watching somebody become artificial.

The frustration of being ignored.

The disgust of seeing vanity take over a person’s character.

The exhaustion of caring more about somebody’s well-being than they appear to care about it themselves.

That is real life.

Real life is not always gentle.

The MOITA catalogue has room for both compassion and confrontation.

This song is confrontation.

LYRICS

READ THIS FIRST

Before reading the lyrics, understand that this song comes from years of frustration, not one angry afternoon.

It comes from watching somebody repeatedly make choices I believed were harming her while ignoring every warning I gave.

It comes from seeing appearance become more important than health, peace, honesty, and the way people are treated.

The language is hard because the feeling became hard.

There is humour inside it.

There is cruelty inside it.

There is also disappointment.

Sometimes you care about somebody for so long that anger is the only voice you have left.

LYRICS

SKINNY BITCH

She lives on lettuce leaves and half a glass of wine

Counts every little calorie like she’s running out of time

Three fake smiles and a plastic little twitch

Every Friday afternoon she’s heading to Planet Bitch

Bronzed up leather skin underneath neon light

Burning up her future just to glow a little bright

Talking like a movie star, acting super rich

But everybody whispers when she walks by

“Here comes skinny bitch”

Always angry

Always stressed

Snapping at the world when she ain’t impressed

One more mirror

One more lie

Trying to stay forever twenty-five

SKINNY BITCH

Mean as hell and cold as ice

Living off attention and another fake disguise

Planet Beach tan lines burning through her skin

Thinking she looks perfect while the damage settles in

SKINNY BITCH

Always acting high class rich

Fake gold sunshine wrapped around a toxic itch

Everybody sees it but she don’t wanna switch

A broken little fantasy called skinny bitch

Spray tan perfume and a face pulled tight

Filters on her photos every single night

Bubble spots forming but she don’t care much

Still posting selfies screaming “don’t I look untouched?”

Coffee for dinner and pills for a fix

Every conversation somehow turns to exes and tricks

Judging everybody while she’s falling in a ditch

Starving for attention

That’s the life of skinny bitch

So defensive

So unreal

Can’t even remember how to honestly feel

Burning herself for a plastic glow

Never realizing everybody already knows

SKINNY BITCH

Mean as hell and cold as ice

Living off attention and another fake disguise

Planet Beach tan lines burning through her skin

Thinking she looks perfect while the damage settles in

SKINNY BITCH

Always acting high class rich

Fake gold sunshine wrapped around a toxic itch

Everybody sees it but she don’t wanna switch

A broken little fantasy called skinny bitch

The mirror lies

But she believes

Another fake promise hidden up her sleeve

The outside glows

The inside rots

Too much tanning leaves more than spots

SKINNY BITCH

Running hard but getting nowhere fast

Trying so hard to outrun the past

Planet Beach lights don’t hide what’s real

And fake perfection never truly heals

SKINNY BITCH

That attitude makes people flinch

A walking contradiction hanging by a stitch

Underneath the spray tan and designer glitch

Is somebody lost inside that skinny bitch

LYRIC BREAKDOWN

WHAT I LIVED, WHAT I FELT, AND WHY THESE WORDS EXIST

“She lives on lettuce leaves and half a glass of wine”

That opening creates the world immediately.

It is a world of restriction.

A world where food is not enjoyed.

It is counted.

Measured.

Feared.

Judged.

People can become so focused on remaining thin that eating stops being part of living and becomes a daily negotiation with guilt.

I have seen people look at a plate and see numbers instead of food.

They are not thinking about taste.

They are thinking about consequences.

They believe every bite changes how the world sees them.

That is a terrible way to live.

The line is not saying there is anything wrong with lettuce or wine.

It is about a life becoming smaller because appearance controls every decision.

When somebody is constantly calculating what she can eat, when she can eat, and how little she can survive on, the body may become thin while the mind becomes completely occupied.

“Counts every little calorie like she’s running out of time”

The real fear underneath this line is not food.

It is time.

Aging changes the body.

That is natural.

Some people accept it.

Some people fight it every day.

When a person feels she is running out of time, every calorie can feel like another step away from the version of herself she is desperate to protect.

She is not only trying to stay thin.

She is trying to stay young.

She is trying to hold onto an image that life is slowly changing.

The harder she tries to hold it, the more frightened she becomes.

“Every Friday afternoon she’s heading to Planet Bitch”

That line is the foundation of the entire song.

Planet Bitch is what I called Planet Beach because of what the place came to represent in my mind.

It was not only a tanning salon anymore.

It became the location where the attitude seemed to be fed.

I would think about her going in there and already know how I believed she would come back out.

The name carries sarcasm, anger, memory, and humour all at once.

It is one of those names created inside a relationship that says far more than the actual words.

I did not need to explain it.

I knew what I meant.

Every time she went, I expected a version of her that was harder to deal with.

“Bronzed up leather skin underneath neon light”

That is exactly how artificial tanning looked to me.

I did not see a healthy glow.

I saw skin being cooked under manufactured light.

I saw something unnatural.

The person inside the tanning bed believed she was improving herself.

From my point of view, she was creating the damage she feared.

She wanted to look younger.

I believed the process made the skin look older.

That is the contradiction at the centre of the song.

“Burning up her future just to glow a little bright”

This is what I had been warning her about for years.

The result was temporary.

The possible consequences could stay.

That is what made it so frustrating to me.

A person risks something important in the future for something artificial in the present.

People do that in many ways.

They risk their health for appearance.

Their family for attention.

Their money for status.

Their peace for approval.

The short-term reward becomes more important than what may happen later.

I could see that trade happening and could not understand why she kept choosing it.

“Talking like a movie star, acting super rich”

Appearance can change how somebody carries herself.

Not always in a healthy way.

Confidence is good when it comes from knowing who you are.

It becomes something else when it comes from believing you are better than everybody around you.

The attitude I saw after these appointments felt artificial too.

The tan was artificial.

The confidence was artificial.

The high-class behaviour was artificial.

Everything became part of a performance.

The person wanted to appear richer, younger, more desirable, and more important than she actually felt.

“Always angry, always stressed”

That is the part people often miss when they look at somebody obsessed with beauty.

They assume the person must feel confident because she spends so much time on herself.

That may not be true.

The constant maintenance can create stress.

The person is always checking.

Always comparing.

Always noticing flaws.

Always wondering who is younger.

Who is thinner.

Who is receiving more attention.

Who looks better in a photograph.

That is not confidence.

That is anxiety wearing makeup.

“One more mirror, one more lie”

A mirror does not speak, but a person can still use it to lie to herself.

She can look only for what she wants to see.

She can ignore the damage.

Ignore the exhaustion.

Ignore the anger.

Ignore the people around her.

She sees the colour.

She sees the shape.

She sees the version of herself she is trying to protect.

She may not see what the obsession is doing to her life.

“Trying to stay forever twenty-five”

That line is not only about one person.

It is about an entire culture terrified of aging.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to feel good.

Nothing wrong with exercise, clothing, hair, makeup, or caring for yourself.

The problem begins when aging is treated like failure.

Nobody stays twenty-five.

Pretending otherwise creates misery.

A person may spend the rest of her life mourning the body she once had instead of respecting the person she became.

“Living off attention and another fake disguise”

Attention can become a type of food.

Some people need it constantly.

They need people looking.

Commenting.

Reacting.

Complimenting.

Without that reaction, they feel invisible.

The disguise is everything used to create the reaction.

The tan.

The photographs.

The filters.

The clothing.

The expressions.

The performance of confidence.

A disguise works only as long as nobody looks too closely.

“Thinking she looks perfect while the damage settles in”

Damage does not always announce itself immediately.

That is why people continue dangerous habits.

They believe nothing happened because nothing happened today.

They repeat the behaviour.

Then repeat it again.

The consequences may be growing quietly.

This line comes directly from my concern.

She was looking at the result and seeing beauty.

I was looking at the same result and seeing possible damage.

We were standing in front of the same person and seeing two completely different futures.

“Fake gold sunshine wrapped around a toxic itch”

That fake gold sunshine is the tan.

The toxic itch is the deeper need behind it.

The need to be noticed.

The need to compete.

The need to appear perfect.

The need to believe age can be defeated through appearance.

The outside colour may look warm, but the reason underneath it can be cold.

“Everybody sees it but she don’t wanna switch”

There are times when everybody around a person sees the pattern before she does.

People may notice the obsession.

The anger.

The insecurity.

The way every conversation becomes about appearance.

The way the person reacts when challenged.

The person herself believes everybody else is the problem.

That is why change becomes difficult.

You cannot change what you refuse to see.

“A broken little fantasy called skinny bitch”

The fantasy is that perfection will create happiness.

The fantasy is that being thinner, darker, younger-looking, richer-looking, or more admired will finally make the person feel complete.

It does not.

The goal moves.

The fantasy breaks.

Then another treatment, another diet, another photograph, or another appointment is supposed to repair it.

The cycle continues.

“Spray tan perfume and a face pulled tight”

This line gathers the entire artificial world into one image.

Everything has been adjusted.

Coloured.

Tightened.

Covered.

Scented.

Presented.

There is nothing relaxed about it.

The person is not simply living inside her face and body.

She is managing them like a project.

That constant management can become exhausting.

“Filters on her photos every single night”

A filtered photograph is not only changing the image.

It can change the person’s relationship with reality.

She may begin preferring the edited face to her real one.

Then every unedited reflection becomes disappointing.

That is a dangerous trap.

The tool that was supposed to make her feel beautiful may teach her to dislike her actual face.

“Bubble spots forming but she don’t care much”

I had warned her about what tanning might do to her skin.

When changes begin appearing and the person continues, the behaviour is no longer only about not knowing.

It becomes denial.

The person sees something but refuses to connect it to the habit.

She keeps going because giving up the appearance feels worse than accepting the possible damage.

“Still posting selfies screaming, don’t I look untouched?”

Untouched is exactly what she is not.

The face has been lit, posed, filtered, coloured, and adjusted.

The photograph is asking for approval while pretending approval is unnecessary.

That contradiction appears constantly online.

People post photographs for the world and act as though they do not care what anybody thinks.

Of course they care.

That is why the photograph is there.

“Coffee for dinner and pills for a fix”

This continues the idea of appearance controlling the body.

The person is not nourishing herself.

She is managing hunger.

Managing weight.

Managing energy.

Managing mood.

Everything becomes a shortcut.

The body is treated like an enemy that must be controlled instead of a life that must be cared for.

“Every conversation somehow turns to exes and tricks”

People who are not at peace often carry old relationships into every new conversation.

They talk about who wanted them.

Who hurt them.

Who still watches them.

Who is jealous.

Who regrets losing them.

The past becomes another form of attention.

Even pain is used to prove importance.

“Judging everybody while she’s falling in a ditch”

Judgment can protect a person from looking at herself.

It is easier to talk about everybody else’s weight, age, clothing, relationships, money, and mistakes than to face your own insecurity.

The character in this song judges because judgment gives her a temporary feeling of superiority.

Meanwhile, her own life is becoming smaller.

“Starving for attention”

That line connects the physical hunger and emotional hunger.

She may restrict food, but attention is what she is truly starving for.

That kind of hunger cannot be satisfied through appearance.

No compliment lasts long enough.

No photograph receives enough reaction.

No amount of attention repairs the fear underneath.

“So defensive, so unreal”

When somebody knows on some level that the image is fragile, even a small question can feel like an attack.

You ask why she is going again.

She hears that you think she is ugly.

You say you are worried.

She hears control.

You say you do not like the look.

She hears rejection.

Everything becomes defensive because the artificial identity must be protected constantly.

“Can’t even remember how to honestly feel”

A person can perform for so long that she loses touch with what she actually feels.

Does she want the tan because she loves it?

Or because she fears being pale?

Does she want to be thin because she feels healthy?

Or because she fears being judged?

Does she post the photograph because she is happy?

Or because she needs reassurance?

When every action is designed for how others will react, honesty becomes difficult.

“Burning herself for a plastic glow”

That is the entire argument in one line.

The body is being put through something potentially harmful to create something artificial.

Burning for plastic.

Risking something real for something fake.

“Never realizing everybody already knows”

People often believe their insecurity is hidden.

It rarely is.

The constant talk.

The posing.

The defensiveness.

The need for compliments.

The anger when somebody disagrees.

All of it reveals what the person is trying to hide.

The more she tries to appear confident, the more everybody sees the fear underneath.

“The mirror lies, but she believes”

The mirror reflects the outside.

It cannot show the quality of the person standing in front of it.

It cannot show kindness.

Loyalty.

Honesty.

Peace.

Cruelty.

Resentment.

Fear.

It only shows the surface.

When somebody builds her entire identity around that surface, the mirror becomes the authority.

“The outside glows, the inside rots”

This is one of the hardest lines in the song because it says the problem is no longer physical.

The outside may receive constant attention while the inside is neglected.

A beautiful appearance cannot repair a toxic attitude.

It cannot create empathy.

It cannot create honesty.

It cannot create peace.

It cannot make a relationship healthy.

That is the rot being described.

“Too much tanning leaves more than spots”

The spots are physical, but the consequences go beyond skin.

There is the relationship damage.

The arguments.

The ignored warnings.

The resentment.

The obsession.

The personality changes I believed I was seeing.

A habit can leave marks on more than the body.

It can leave marks on everybody living around it.

“Running hard but getting nowhere fast”

A person can put enormous effort into avoiding something that cannot be avoided.

Aging.

Change.

Time.

Loss.

The harder she runs, the more exhausted she becomes.

She may look different for a moment, but the fear is still beside her.

“Trying so hard to outrun the past”

Sometimes appearance is tied to a former version of the self.

A time when the person felt more admired.

More powerful.

More wanted.

More free.

The tan, body, clothing, and photographs become an attempt to return to that time.

The problem is that life does not move backward.

Trying to force it backward can prevent somebody from seeing what still exists in front of her.

“Planet Beach lights don’t hide what’s real”

Artificial light can change colour.

It cannot change truth.

It cannot fix a relationship.

It cannot repair insecurity.

It cannot stop time.

It cannot make a person kind.

That is the point.

The place promised a certain appearance.

It could not solve the reason she needed that appearance.

“Fake perfection never truly heals”

Perfection is often used as a bandage.

A person believes she will feel better when she loses weight.

When she is tanned.

When she removes a wrinkle.

When she gets enough attention.

When she looks better than somebody else.

The healing never arrives because the wound is not on the surface.

“That attitude makes people flinch”

People remember how you make them feel.

You can be perfectly dressed and still make a room uncomfortable.

You can have the body everybody supposedly wants and still push people away through arrogance, cruelty, or constant criticism.

Appearance may attract attention.

Attitude decides whether people want to stay.

“A walking contradiction hanging by a stitch”

The contradiction is everywhere.

Strong but insecure.

Confident but desperate for approval.

High class but cruel.

Beautiful but unhappy.

Independent but controlled by attention.

The whole identity is hanging by a stitch because one honest moment could tear through the performance.

“Underneath the spray tan and designer glitch is somebody lost”

That final idea takes the song beyond insult.

Underneath everything is still a person.

Lost.

That does not erase the anger.

It does not excuse the behaviour.

It does explain why the chase never ends.

The person is trying to find herself in places where she cannot exist.

Inside a tanning bed.

Inside a photograph.

Inside somebody else’s reaction.

Inside an artificial image.

The song calls her SKINNY BITCH because that is what the anger sees.

The last truth is that underneath that character may be somebody who no longer knows who she is without the disguise.

WHY THIS MATTERS

This song matters because people are being taught to hate themselves for profit.

They are told they are too old.

Too pale.

Too heavy.

Too thin.

Too wrinkled.

Too ordinary.

Too natural.

Then somebody offers them a product, treatment, photograph, filter, diet, procedure, or membership that promises to fix the problem.

The person becomes trapped inside permanent dissatisfaction.

She may spend years improving an image while losing confidence in the person underneath it.

That matters because it changes relationships.

People living with somebody obsessed with appearance are affected too.

They hear the constant criticism.

They live through the mood changes.

They become part of the routine.

They are asked for reassurance and then told their reassurance is not believable.

They are expected to support choices they may believe are unhealthy.

They may eventually stop speaking because every concern becomes another argument.

That silence creates distance.

SKINNY BITCH also matters because anger is often treated as though it has no story.

People hear the title and react immediately.

They may think it is cruel.

It is cruel.

The question is what created that cruelty.

Years of being ignored can create hard language.

Years of watching the same behaviour can remove patience.

Years of concern being dismissed can turn love into resentment.

That does not make every angry word right.

It does make the anger understandable.

People need to look at the whole history behind a reaction.

A person rarely reaches this level of disgust in one moment.

There were warnings before the insult.

There were conversations before the song.

There was concern before resentment.

There may even have been love before everything became bitter.

This matters because many people are living with their own version of Planet Bitch.

A place, habit, friend, substance, obsession, or routine that seems to bring somebody back with a different attitude.

The person may believe the place gives her confidence.

The partner sees what it takes away.

That disagreement can slowly break trust.

The song also asks a larger question.

What are we willing to damage in order to feel attractive?

Our skin?

Our health?

Our finances?

Our peace?

Our relationships?

Our identity?

There is nothing wrong with wanting to look good.

The danger begins when looking good becomes more important than being well.

There is nothing wrong with enjoying attention.

The danger begins when attention becomes necessary for emotional survival.

There is nothing wrong with changing something about your appearance.

The danger begins when you can no longer recognize yourself without the change.

Beauty should not feel like punishment.

It should not require somebody to hate herself into becoming someone else.

Aging should not be treated like disgrace.

A natural face should not be treated like failure.

A body should not be reduced to measurements and reactions.

People should be allowed to live inside themselves without constantly apologizing for time.

I know this song does not express those ideas gently.

It arrives with anger.

Sometimes anger opens a door that polite language could not open.

It makes people react.

It makes them ask why the words are so hard.

Then the deeper story can begin.

The deeper story is about insecurity.

Health.

Vanity.

Fear.

Aging.

Control.

Relationships.

Being ignored.

Trying to save somebody who does not believe she needs saving.

Those are real human experiences.

Some people will laugh at this song.

Some will be offended.

Some will immediately think of somebody they know.

Some may recognize themselves.

That is what an honest song can do.

It does not have to make everybody comfortable.

It has to come from somewhere real.

CLOSING COMMENTS

SKINNY BITCH came from a place I knew very well.

A vehicle outside Planet Beach.

Another warning ignored.

Another appointment.

Another artificial tan.

Another attitude I did not want to deal with.

Over time, the place became a symbol of everything I hated about the situation.

It represented vanity.

Risk.

Arguments.

Fake confidence.

Years of watching somebody chase an appearance I did not find beautiful and could not understand.

I am not pretending this song is kind.

It is not.

I am not pretending it was written from peace.

It was not.

It came from anger that had been sitting there for years.

That anger created the title.

The title created the character.

The character allowed me to say everything at once.

Behind the insult is still a serious question.

How far will somebody go to avoid accepting herself?

How many warnings will she ignore?

How much damage will she risk?

How many people will she push away?

How much of her real life will she trade for an artificial image?

Those questions are bigger than one relationship and one tanning salon.

They belong to a world where appearance is becoming harder to separate from identity.

People are editing themselves before they even understand themselves.

They are learning to perform before they learn to live.

They are afraid of age before they have enjoyed youth.

They are looking into mirrors, screens, and photographs asking strangers to tell them whether they matter.

That is not freedom.

That is another form of control.

I wrote SKINNY BITCH because I was tired of watching the same pattern.

I was tired of warning.

Tired of arguing.

Tired of pretending the tan looked good.

Tired of watching the attitude that came with it.

Sometimes a song does not solve anything.

Sometimes it simply records the truth of how somebody felt inside the situation.

This song records my truth.

It is sharp because the memory was sharp.

It is ugly because the situation felt ugly.

It is funny in places because sometimes humour is the only way to carry that much frustration.

It is another chapter in the MOITA story because real life does not always give you a beautiful lesson wrapped in beautiful language.

Sometimes real life gives you Planet Bitch.

Sometimes the person you once cared about becomes somebody you barely recognize.

Sometimes you keep warning them.

Sometimes they keep going.

Sometimes the only thing left to do is write the song.

MOITA

WHERE EVERY SONG TELLS A STORY