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?