It's okay to feel like you're not pretty enough, we all do it. Women have been given unrealistic standards to meet, but not every girl wants to look like a Barbie doll. And that's okay too. Here's to you, because you are beautiful, no matter what other people tell you. So stop comparing yourself to others, and start realizing that they should compare themselves to you. An ode to the women that struggle with self-image: may my words be the inspiration you need.
You say my face isn't pretty enough
Just because I don't wear makeup
You judge me because I don't look like the others,
you judge me for the skin I cover
Do my t-shirts bother you?
I don't care
I have nothing to prove
You say I'm not skinny,
you judge me because my size
isn't mini
But the number
double zero
means nothing to me
Women's appearances shouldn't be open to commentary
My shorts are long
My sweatpants are saggy
But your opinions?
They mean nothing to me
You judge me because I'm not thin
You judge me because I don't have perfect skin
You say I don't act like a lady
You say that I'm wild and crazy
You say I'm loud
You say I'm proud,
that I have no humility
but you don't have the right to judge my personality
And what do you really mean?
I am kind and humble
Why can't you see?
My morals are good
I always stick up for others
It's not my fault you weren't raised right by your mother.
You judge me because I don't like to party
but I'd rather live my life sober than be arrested, darling
You pretend everything is normal
You pretend everything is equal
But have you ever been judged for your clothes hair or skin?
Have you ever been treated differently for the group that you're in?
You think you know what it's like
going through life
worrying about your self-image
but you've been given the ideal world to live in
No one judges your appearance
No one judges your size
So what makes it right for you to judge mine?
Do you forget that I notice my flaws too?
Do my feelings just not matter to you?
So next time you speak
take a minute to think
take a minute to see
that my outward beauty doesn't make me complete
And who are you to judge?
You don't even know what lies beneath
My mom always told me
to only say the nice things
So why does that not apply to you?
Why are you exempt from that rule?
I like being loud
I like being outspoken
I have no problem with voicing my opinion
I don't feel the need to conform to your definition
I'd rather live my life with ambition
So take some time and look beyond what you see
and you'll find there's beauty within me
You'll find there's hope to be shared
and someone who really cares
You'll find someone who is intelligent,
someone who is affectionate
But all that matters to you
is the way I style my hair?
All that matters to you
are the designer clothes I don't wear?
Why do you only see what's on the outside?
Why don't you care about my strength or my mind?
Are you offended by my muscles?
Just wait until you feel my knuckles.
