Beginning with the blunt command "Look at them," the speaker points a finger at the models and celebrities who fill magazine covers, and blames the media for the damage they do to teenagers. The poem describes an ideal of flawless skin and extreme thinness, one that makes ordinary bodies feel like something to be ashamed of. The speaker's tone moves from envy and awe ("all I can think is perfection") to open anger as the poem goes on.
The short, rhyming lines give it a chant-like, almost accusing rhythm, as if the speaker is listing charges one by one. Words like "hateful," "horror" and "lies" push the mood toward bitterness and alarm. The last couplet is the harshest: the media's words don't just hurt feelings, they kill a young person's spirit. Judging by the language, "dies" is more likely figurative than literal, though the poem leaves room for both. What stays with you is a sense of frustration and sadness at how young people learn to see themselves.