When I use to look in the mirror
I didn't see pretty
In fact I didn't see me
Or anything beautiful at all.

I'd pick myself apart
Piece by piece
Bring myself to tears
Sob and bawl.

It's not that I hated myself
I just didn't see anything I liked
But I've come to learn it's not about me
And what I see.

If I can see what you see
Then it doesn't matter what I think
Because to you I'm beautiful
And that's all I have to be.

You appreciate every part of me
Every curve, every limb
Even when I'm not feeling so pretty
You're dying to get me bare.

And that's a nice thing to be
I can't really argue with that
Cause now I see what you see
Which is completely fair.

So when I look in the mirror
I don't have to think twice
About my beauty
About my soul.

And when I look in the mirror
I see everything you see
Even if I'm still a little shy
I accept me as a whole.

All thanks to you
I see me
I don't have to pick myself apart anymore.