I’m not ugly, but I’m not the kind of beautiful that I see every day on other women’s faces.
Although I am smart, and I am kind, and trust me— I am really trying to be the things this world expects of a teenage girl—
It doesn’t matter. Because all people see is beauty and fame.
How am I supposed to love myself in a world so vain?
If we’re going off of looks, I am not ugly, but I am plain.
I am pretty enough for people to come, but not enough for them to stay.
Ask me what I don’t like about myself, and I’ll pick myself apart— every little detail I can’t stand— and I will tell you everything that is wrong with me.
All the flaws that only I see drown out all of the beautiful, unique things about me that I just can’t seem to see.
I am more than my face or how much I weigh. I am a person, and I just have to say:
I am smart. I am kind. I am loving, and caring, and I have a good heart.
True beauty is more than your face or how much you weigh.
Because what is beauty if you are not loving, and you are not kind?
This world is so vain, yet completely blind.
If only the world could see that true beauty comes from the inside.