Stop telling us we’re all beautiful,
Not everyone was born butterflies,
Some of us are still stuck in the hungry caterpillar phase,
Waiting, just waiting, for an overnight change
Hungry for the beauty we see in others
And hungry for the positive attention it brings
Craving to be accepted and admired
Appreciated and respected.
All of this seems to come from good looks
Because all we’ve ever been taught
In books from a young age
Is that the beautiful princess gets her prince
And everything she’s ever wished for
Or that the successful business woman
Is attractive too.
As if beauty is supposed to go hand in hand with success,
Prosperity, popularity and happiness
You know what its true what they say,
First impressions always count because
They’ll never be able to see you clearly
If they don’t like your face.