IF I GET MORE PRETTY

If I get more pretty, will you notice me?
Will the mirror's reflection finally set me free?
In a world obsessed with superficiality,
Do I need to conform to gain your loyalty?

I look in the mirror and question my worth,
As if the beauty I possess defines my birth.
Society's standards, they weigh heavy on my soul,
Telling me I should change, to fit into their mold.

But why should I strive for an unattainable ideal,
When true beauty lies within, it's the only seal.
For flawless features and perfect symmetry,
Cannot rival the essence of authenticity.

If I get more pretty, will my voice be heard?
Will I no longer feel invisible, lost in this absurd
Notion that beauty holds the power to define,
That beneath the surface, there's nothing divine.

But I refuse to let society's walls confine,
The uniqueness that makes me shine.
For it's not my appearance, but my spirit that's true,
And that's the beauty that I long to convey to you.

If I get more pretty, will you see my soul?
The resilience that makes me whole,
The scars and flaws that tell my story,
For it's within them that I find my glory.

For beauty isn't just a face in the crowd,
But the way we love and the way we're proud.
It's the way we lift others, the kindness we show,
The empathy that's bound to make us grow.

So, if I get more pretty, let it be from within,
Let kindness and compassion be my skin.
For beauty is an ever-growing state of mind,
Where self-acceptance is what we need to find.

I don't need to be more pretty to be me,
For my worth is not defined by what you see.
I am strong, I am fierce, and I am free,

And that's the essence of what beauty means to me.