Is it just me or do you ever feel like you will never quite be enough enough for someone And baby I know I'm not perfect, my hair frizzes, I don't have a flat stomach, I do not haveΒ Β grace and eloquence, and so many girls do, but I hope, to you, this doesn't matter. I hope you see a girl prettier than me and only hug me closer to your side, like I was your world and I'd slip away if you let go. I hope you love each flaw, each freckle, each scar upon my skin, and kiss them everyday, reciting how beautiful I am until I believe you. And I can only hope whatever connection that burns inside of us is strong enough to make you resist every temptation every lady with long, tanned legs. Because I am pale, I am fragile, I am scarred and I am the underdog in this story. In this world of self-loathing, jealousy, and hatred, please make me feel good **enough