Written in The Notes App While Listening to Sad Songs

I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world, 

I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had. 

I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat. 

I’ve got eczema from anxiety that found me in school. 

I’ve got frizzy hair because I don’t want to spend hours on my appearance. 

I don’t know if I’m pretty because all I ever see is clear skin, 

Perfect legs that somehow show no signs of hair. 

I don’t know if I fit what pretty even is, 

I don’t even know what pretty is supposed to look like. 

I don’t know why I always let myself believe anything is less beautiful than a smile, 

Because I got the smile and the heart and the soul, 

Of the prettiest girls in the world, 

So why is that not enough?