I am not the prettiest girl
And I haven’t got the smallest waist
I don’t wear cute dresses or bows in my hair
But for me, that’s okay.

I am not the confident one
And I hang around, head looking down
I won’t sing at karaoke or dance in a club
But for me, that’s okay.

Stop asking me why I won’t look like those girls
You’ve raised me to be who I want to be
If you can’t be happy with your own daughter
How can I be happy with me?

I am not the outgoing girl
And I don’t go on crazy adventures
I can’t make decisions and I don’t take risks
But for me, that’s okay.

I am not the fashionable one
And I wear whatever I want to
I can’t stand shopping and I hate jewellery
But for me, that’s okay.

Stop questioning everything that I choose to do
I’ve grown up now, won’t you listen to me
If you can’t accept that I’m not your little girl
How can I truly be free?