Excuse me in advance for the vulgar language.
You say I don't know I'm beautiful
But, what if I did?
Wouldn't you just call me a b***h?
Wouldn't you say that I was stuck up or vain, or some other kind of unnecessary bull crap?
Wouldn't you try to cut my confidence down to half size,
so you could swoop in and tell me I don't know I'm beautiful.
As if it were some sort of surprise?
Well, I have news for you.
I am not a parking ticket looking for your validation.
Your songs filled with sweet nothings are no longer allowed to park for free.
They're no longer allowed to cheapen my self-esteem.
You say I don't know I'm beautiful, but what if I did?
What if I looked in a mirror and actually liked what I saw?
Make upon no makeup, flaws and all.
What if I woke up really feeling myself and could post a selfie to Instagram without any self-doubt?
No questions, contemplations, or hesitations; because the only person's confirmation I would need is my own.
You say I don't know I'm beautiful, but what if I did?
What if I accepted compliments at face value instead of constantly feeling the need to devalue myself for the sake of someone else.
No, stop.
You're just saying that to be nice.
If you've ever caught yourself saying these words, please take a moment and think again.
Please, take a moment to marvel at the radiance of your beauty,
both from the outside and from within.
Don't be afraid to be a woman who likes herself.
There is no need to love your body with trepidation
because that bottomless pit of hesitation that you feel are only false expectations appearing real.
Don't let your fear get the best of you
because every part of you is the best you.
And, if that is a crime, if this just so happens to offend everyone else,
I guess I'll be doing bad all by myself.