I think you're beautiful Your curvy body The body I want to touch so gently You hate your curves The curves I love so much
I love your face Even with all the blemishes Your face is so beautiful But you hate your face because of the blemishes
I love your **** and hips Because they're a part of you You hate them, but I don't know why Sometimes I wish I could hug and kiss you so much that you wouldn't hate yourself anymore
Where you hate yourself I love Where you love yourself I love even more
I see your beauty Why can't you?
I guess I am the beholder of your beauty
You are the beauty in my eye of the beholder
This is about a girl I have a crush on. Her name is Mackenzie. Haven't seen her in about two months. Whenever I think of her I think about how beautiful she is and how she doesn't believe it. She hates her body, but I love her body. Sometimes I feel like holding her till she does believe it when I think of her. I want to be her friend if I can't be more than that with her. She doesn't know how beautiful she is. God she's so beautiful it almost hurts to think about her sometimes.