I say I’m not pretty. Not because I’m looking for attention or compliments, but because that’s truly how I feel. I don’t believe that I am pretty because I can see everything you don’t. I see how my stomach looks when I’m standing in my bra. I see the face under the make up. I see every little flaw about myself, even if you can’t. I say I’m not pretty because I’d be lying if I said I was.
Fuck, I’m certainly not pretty but do you see me giving a fuck? No!
Why even say you’re not pretty. What good is that doing. It only makes you feel bad and the people around you worse. Just go live, be beautiful in personality cause that’s all that really matters. It makes me sad that people are thinking like this… partly cause I’m overly emotional atm but still, I’m almost crying that over 28000 of you think that you’re not pretty.
Your dashboard is clearly lacking a bit of Savage Garden tonight. Please sway, reminisce and ponder about your grade school days of that boy/girl you serenaded this song to, alone, in your room, while gripping your pillow wishing one day they’d notice you and give you a chance. A chance… to love them.