I've changed. I've changed for the better. And I like it.
I wear what I want to, Do my hair the way I think it looks nicest, I do my make up some days, Don't do it others,
Because I am no longer trying to impress anyone But myself.
I don't need a single soul to like me Or love me Except Me.
So I've been holding myself a little taller, Singing a little louder, Laughing a little harder, Telling people what I think, and Being a little more of me.
And the world knows me a lot better Than the old me Would like.
But the new me Loves it, And the reasons that the old me Hates it, Is the exact reason I'm doing it.
Because I'm tired of doing things because I think it will make me cooler Or funnier Or prettier Or nicer Or more talented Or better liked Or whatever else.
And I thought that If I did what was Cool Or funny Or pretty Or nice I would be confident. I would finally be totally confident in myself.
Nope.
Only when I decided that I am Plenty cool And plenty funny And plenty pretty Am I finally confident.
And the only person I needed to tell me that I am good enough Was