Poems, Writings, And The Such

Feeling Pretty

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How long?
How long has it been
Since the time
I didn't feel pretty
Without something covering me?

Since the time
When going out,
Bangs and makeup were needed
And was the only thing
That could make me feel okay?

When did it start?
In my kiddy days
Where being teased for my glasses,
Or teeth, or nose, or looks,
Were something normal?

Or was it in my teens,
Where being pushed around,
For not being good enough
Was something
I didn't even try to change

Or was it my whole life?
Being pushed to look pretty, look neat,
And "Oh look, isn't she beautiful?"
Was a line that many,
Many strived to hear

But no, these aren't the questions
You should be asking
No, no,
These are far from it
These may actually be the answers.
The real question is;

What started it?
Was it my friends,
Who pushed me to look nicer?
Or my family,
Who supported that decision?

...Or you?
Who looked away
Even as I told you,
"Call me pretty. "
Everyday?

If anything can be taught from this,
It's that my story doesn't have to be yours
And sometimes, to feel pretty,
It's always best to have someone,
Who will always tell you that you are.

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I wrote this at a time where I was very insecure about a lot of things, and pressured myself into 'perfection', so I just want to remind everyone that that 'someone' should always be you.