Oh, girls
We been there;
look at the mirror
put acne cream
put on makeup
to just look attractive.
But where do we actually accept our bodies?
Why do we complain about our bodies?
Why do we're looking for only love?
Just to make us feel special?
Whenever a boy or a dear friend
tells you "You're so beautiful."
We start feeling confident.
Feeling so special.
Oh girls,
We fake our deaths.
We make scars to make us attractive.
Oh, girls,
put that razor down.
put that container of pills down, too.
put your favorite dress on.
Put that afternoon makeup off.
look
look at the shining mirror.
your other side of your real face.
Look until you feel pretty.
