Forgive her for admiring herself
For looking too much in the mirror
For loving what she sees

Forgive her for wasting time loving her
But, for the first time she sees her
And she sees the beauty.

Many a times she's felt worthless,
Told her beauty is an illusion,
Subtracted from every equation
Her flaws pointed out
And hung before crowds to shame her
She's been used,sidelined
Used as a substitute,
Made an option, taken advantage of
And expected to smile

Now she sees her worth.
I'm sorry, but she's done
So forgive her, but she won't stop
She'll love herself even when it hurts.
She won't stop even if it bleeds.