Pretty.

I want to be pretty. I want to be like the girls you see on posters outside of stores Or the girls online with their slim thick bodies I want to be that. pretty The kind of pretty to where guys stare from afar Or get pretty privilege at a bar Pretty to the point where any side is my good side Pretty to the point it hurts People call me pretty And they claim i have perks But i can’t see that girl they describe in the mirror That perfect pretty girl they so call me But when i see my reflection I can’t seem to help pointing out my flaws My nose my hair my arms my teeth my legs The scars on my stomach and thighs looking like they’ve been marked with claws I just wanna be pretty Pretty as in the girls who don’t have to wear makeup out Pretty as in the girls who can through their hair into a messy bun with a hoodie and not be scared of the looks they will get Cause all they will receive is a “your so pretty” from another girl walking by Girls who get compliments and take them so easily without a doubt I want to e pretty like those girls I just want to be pretty.