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It's not all about the figure, the style and the looks, Don't ever go looking in all of the books. Your beautiful in everyway, You might not always see it but you always have to say.
Everyone's special, Including me, Taking it for granted, With no fee.
Fat or thin, doesn't matter it's what's within. Short or tall, it's you thats adored. Does it matter what you wear. Someone will always stop and stare.
Don't go around thinking your better than me, We're all perfect - can't you see.
I've been thinking about perfection. That stereotype we all see. Day after day. There are those people who. Strive in vain to look exactly like models. Wasting their lives away.
Hi I'm Harry alot of you will skip past this opuss but I just want to tell you how special you are to me, You don't need makeup to look your best or to die your hair, god has blessed you with a hair...
I may not look nice I may not have pretty hair But there's one thing I do have A big warm heart for those who care I may not be good at Maths Or keep up with what I wear But there's one thing I...
#Household A little wooden ragdoll: Her fingers made of pegs, With worn-out grooves and lines of use, From her rope-hair to her legs.
I could say I'm 40 years young but I'd be lying My youthful times are done and dusted, the years are flying Yes I could paint my teeth five shades lighter Would that really make me feel better, if...
Does anyone really fit in. Insecurities behind a grin. Individuals each one of us are No level playing fields, no one on a par.
Yesterday, Carrie had texted me the last picture they had taken of me in my grassy gown. I had to do a double take. "Whoa," I whispered. I had one milky hand on my reddish blonde hair.
I walked a mile, A mile with you, Talking Jesus's and Allahs, With atheism too. Now I ask you my questions, And I find a few lies, That this world has a god, And that god is mine.
I know I'm not that funny. I know I'm not that bright. I know I'm often lost for words. I know I don't have perfect sight. I know I'm not the fastest. Or athletic in anyway.
Perfection is Your happiness Your laugh Your smile Your personality Your humor Your voice Your face ...
Many questions Many wonders Many theories to them all But nobody knows what's truly true Every person wonders About the unknown Every person questions All their knowledge There are always...
Tick tock,. My perfume falls to the. floor,. Tock tick,. I don't even bother anymore,. Tick tock,. There goes my mascara to,. Tock tick,. Who new,. Tick tock,. There goes my blush. Tock tick,.
Angels are plenty. But demons more. Devils are few. But Gods at every door. Everyone is loved. But also disliked. Nobody exists nowhere. But in our dreams at night. All things are right.
When I look into the mirror What exactly do I see. Is it twisted by my concious, Or is it meerly me. When i see myself in glass, What exactly do I say.
May break my bones but words can never hurt me, or can they... Insults, call them what you like but wether your being serious or not, they hurt.
Deception and perfection are wonderful traits, one will breed love, the other hate....
I hate my nose, I hate my hair, I hate all of the clothes I wear I hate how I'm different, I hate how I'm tall, I hate how lately I haven't cared about anything at all I hate the way I look, I hate...
Broken and on your knees Judged by all who see Some try to pretend But they aren't real friends Different and strange A horror and that won't change.
You can call me smart. You can call me dumb. Say I'm athletic. Or I just suck my thumb. Say you hate my hair. Say I'm wrong. Say I'm fair. Or say they'd rather me gone. Call me pretty.
I may not be perfect. Handsome and shit. If this is a problem. Then deal with it. I may be quite nasty. Or possibly grumpy. To stay friends with me. The ride will be bumpy. I'm normal. I'm easy.