I know how much time you spent on your hair so I will not touch it,
but think of how soft it would feel running across my skin.
I know you hate it when I walk around in nothing,
so I'll try and teach you the ways to love your own body.
And I am here to be your crash pad when you get laid off at work
and come home crying.
And before the day is done I'll carry you into the woods and we'll put our feet in the lake to forget our tragedies,
and remember we're still young at heart.
There is no need to grow up and worry about your looks.
Worry how other people,
we don't know,
think about our bodies
and if they are silently judging.
Let's not worry about money.
We'll just camp in a tent on the lakeside when we lose our house.
And we'll go with the river,
play around like children
and enjoy life and live worry-free.

I stopped believing in love,
Cause they always wanted the pretty girl,
The superior image of the good-looking pearl.

I will never understand that,
Cause my perspective of beauty is far from that.
I keep thinking, what is wrong with me,
I don’t have to look like them to be a thing,
I don’t want to change my looks to be approachable.

I like spending my time on my inner beauty,
I don’t need paintings and **** clothes to be pretty.
I actually like myself, the way I look, the way I present myself.
So I’m sorry if she look’s prettier in your eyes,
The whole image of her stuck in your twisted mind.
I guess it’s your loss that you never gave it a chance to get to know me.

Don't unzip my pants
Unless you love me
Not for my looks
But what consists of me and my head
Nobody hates getting head
But I don't want it if I'm not loved by her
When you spread your legs and I enter your beautiful paradise
It's because you're my partner who I aspire to do that for life with
But that's not why I'll be drawn to you
It's what you do and how you do it
The way you are
I want to go to sleep knowing you're not here to get off
But here to spend your life with me
The fooling around is fine
As long as I know you're mine
And my personality makes me seem mighty fine
I won't mind
Your hands exploring my torso
I am your map
Find and explore the locations
I will gladly guide you to new frontiers

Someday in the future
A few years hence
Or maybe decades
You will look at your pic
From today and say,
“Wow! How young I looked!
How charming!”

Why wait for that day?
Look in the mirror
Today and say,
“Wow! How young I am now!
How charming!”

Smile!
You look great – inside and out.

Confidence is tricky.
Because there’s something weird about loving the way you look at the one minute,
But then you stare too long
And then you regret it.
Then you wipe off your makeup, rip off that dress, kick off your heels.
Suddenly you are in your bed, and you say are “sick”.
I guess you can say you’re sick of yourself and of the way you look.
And you will question the reality of it:
Do I really look like that? Is it just the mirror? Just the camera?
Or maybe it is just you.
Confidence tells you that you look beautiful,
but when your anxiety stems from your want to be confident, it’s tricky.
You can’t control it and you can’t just stop.
Maybe confidence is staring, maybe it’s just owning, and accepting.
Is confidence telling me I am beautiful or that this is the best it will get?
Why is confidence so tricky I ask as I put my shoes and dress back on, and restart my makeup.