I never believed I was beautiful until you told me so. It was before you knew my favorite color and that I still sleep with stuffed animals. And I know how unhealthy it was, I shouldn't need a boy to tell me I'm beautiful. And I didn't need just a boy to tell me so, for many have, I needed you. When you looked at me you looked like you were seeing all of me, my flaws and the things I'm most proud of, my messy hair and my genuine smile, and you truthfully told me I was beautiful.
Now, it's a year later and when you look at me I feel like you've forgotten who you fell in love with. You look upon me and instead of tracing my body with your eyes, your eyes wander to my flaws. I know I shouldn't need a boy to tell me I'm beautiful, but how can I still believe so when I showed this boy everything and it wasn't good enough?
