You say, “I don’t know that
I’m beautiful,”
but what if I did…
Wouldn’t you call me a
bitch?
Wouldn’t you say that I was stuck up and vain,
and a whole bunch of other unnecessary bullshit?
Wouldn’t you try to cut my confidence down to half it’s size
so that you could swoop in, and tell me I don’t know I’m beautiful,
as if this was some sort of surprise?
Well I have news for you…
I am not a parking ticket looking for your validation.
Your songs filled with sweet nothings are no longer allowed to park for free.
They are no longer allowed to cheapen my self esteem.
You say, “I don’t know that I’m beautiful,”
but what if I did…
What if I looked in the mirror, and actually liked what I saw;
make up or no make up, flaws and all?
What if I woke up really feeling myself,
and could post a selfie to instagram without any self-doubt?
No questions, contemplations, or hesitations
because the only person’s confirmation I would need
is my own.
You say, “I don’t know that I’m beautiful,”
but what if I did…
And I accepted compliments at face value,
instead of constantly feeling the need to devalue myself
for the sake of someone else.
“No, stop. You’re just saying that to be nice.
“You’re just saying that because your my friend.”
If you’ve ever caught yourself saying these words,
please take a moment and think again.
Please take a moment to marvel at the
radiance of your beauty,
both on the outside and from within.
Don’t be afraid to be a woman who likes herself.
There is no need to love your body with trepidation.
Because that bottomless pit of hesitation that you feel
are just false expectations appearing real.
So don’t let your fear get the best of you
because every part of you is the best of you.
And if that is a crime,
if this just so happens to offend everyone else,
I guess I will be doing bad all by myself.