I felt pretty this summer.
Not for the reasons you're probably thinking.
I didn't feel pretty because I was feeling good about who I was.
I felt pretty for all the wrong reasons.
I felt pretty because a boy kept telling me I was.
He would tell me my eyes were so big a beautiful.
He would tell me the gap between my teeth was cute even though he knew it wasn't.
I felt pretty because people kept telling me I had a "glow up".
I just started wearing more makeup than usual.
I didn't feel pretty because I thought I was.
I felt pretty because people kept telling me I was.
When that boy left,
And
All those people who were once my friends disappeared,
I suddenly didn't feel pretty anymore.
