Jun 2017
So…. you think I’m pretty?
“Thanks,”
Spin around on my 3 inch heels and walk away
Calling be an ungrateful ***** only affirms me
That your thoughts are as square as your face
Well, I’m sorry,
It’s not me you’re complimenting
You see, I’m not pretty
Not in the cliché “girl-thinks-she’s-ugly-and-doesn’t-wonder-why-every-boy-falls-before-her-feet kind of way
I mean, I’ve heard the phrase enough times, to know others find me attractive
I know that my eyes carry more colors than a rainbow
And I see the hunger in yours
As they glide from mine to my cupids bow, further down my neck
To glance at the curves of my body
The exact same way you stare at an hourglass when you wait for it to run out
I wish my body was an actual hourglass.
That I could turn over to start over.
That my skin was so transparent that you could see the sandcorns in my mind
That my looks didn’t matter
And my curves were only to make sure my kidney doesn’t fall out
Instead of being an object of lust
“Thanks,”
Spin around on my 3 inch heels and walk away
Calling be an ungrateful ***** only affirms me
That your thoughts are as square as your face
Well, I’m sorry,
It’s not me you’re complimenting
You see, I’m not pretty
Not in the cliché “girl-thinks-she’s-ugly-and-doesn’t-wonder-why-every-boy-falls-before-her-feet kind of way
I mean, I’ve heard the phrase enough times, to know others find me attractive
I know that my eyes carry more colors than a rainbow
And I see the hunger in yours
As they glide from mine to my cupids bow, further down my neck
To glance at the curves of my body
The exact same way you stare at an hourglass when you wait for it to run out
I wish my body was an actual hourglass.
That I could turn over to start over.
That my skin was so transparent that you could see the sandcorns in my mind
That my looks didn’t matter
And my curves were only to make sure my kidney doesn’t fall out
Instead of being an object of lust
Being pretty isn’t as fun as it’s made out to be
Yeah, people will be nice to you and strangers will give you a smile
But it will also be assumed that your life is perfection
You are pretty, how could it not be?
And no one will understand why you spend your freetime crying
Or why you hate your body,
Because every guy “would hit that ***”
not understanding that it’s exactly stuff like that, that makes you self-conscious
Because experience told you, that your looks would always get you further than your brain
And that the pressure to live up their beauty standards is slowly ripping you apart
As they keep reminding you how pretty you always are,
Not knowing the extremes you had to go to
That the friends you make, leave you, when they realize you aren’t what they hoped you to be
But it’s all good, because guys find you cute
So no one will believe your innocence
You don’t have anything to say if a guy wants to be on top of you
Right?
You’ll have to fight to be talked about as more than just pretty
You have to fight to be more than just a face.
Yeah, people will be nice to you and strangers will give you a smile
But it will also be assumed that your life is perfection
You are pretty, how could it not be?
And no one will understand why you spend your freetime crying
Or why you hate your body,
Because every guy “would hit that ***”
not understanding that it’s exactly stuff like that, that makes you self-conscious
Because experience told you, that your looks would always get you further than your brain
And that the pressure to live up their beauty standards is slowly ripping you apart
As they keep reminding you how pretty you always are,
Not knowing the extremes you had to go to
That the friends you make, leave you, when they realize you aren’t what they hoped you to be
But it’s all good, because guys find you cute
So no one will believe your innocence
You don’t have anything to say if a guy wants to be on top of you
Right?
You’ll have to fight to be talked about as more than just pretty
You have to fight to be more than just a face.
