I was talking to my little sister yesterday She looked at me And this is what she had to say Do you think I'm pretty Like those people on T.V. Those fashion models Business Mongrels That walk the L.A. streets
The girls at school say I'm not They say that I'll never be They laugh, tease & taunt me They make me feel small They make me feel ugly, not wanted And worst of all
They make me feel less like the girl you tell me I am You tell me I''m pretty Amazing in every way But those girls the ones I see every day They hurt me in a way that doesn't Make me want to walk tall
Because I've heard it a lot So much that I am beginning to feel That I have no appeal to anyone So I'll ask you again
Not as you being my sister But my closest friend Do you think I'm pretty?
I looked at her I could see the pain of what those girls had done I could see that my work was not yet done So I smiled even though I had tears in my eyes
I smiled to her And to her I replied You are beautiful in every single way From now on I'll tell you every single day I know it's hard but listen to me Even though you may not want to Don't listen to what those mean girls say They know that you are pretty
They really do They know you are pretty And now you know it too With those last words I saw a new light in her eyes She smiled and straightened her back with pride
Say it I told her knowing she needed to Just like she needed me to say it too I'm pretty she stated I'm pretty she beamed I knew I had helped her self-esteem I was proud and now my work was through
wrote this from a point of view of someone I'd talked to about my feelings. They acted like my older sister so I turned them into it