I never really heard I was pretty
Not from her anyways
She made my looks seem like a bad thing
That's a weird way to give praise
To tell your child not to wear that
To tell her to cover up
To ask her if she owns real clothes
To call her a slut
What I wouldn't give to make you smile
Instead of shake your head at my dress
To hear that I look beautiful
Instead of like a mess
What if I worked hard to be proud of how I look
What if now I hate what I see
You've put down my appearance
And that has taken a toll on me
Just once can't I be a princess
Without you telling me to pull it up
Or wear something longer
Because every word is like a cut
And they knife their way so deep
So I find someone who likes how I look
And I throw myself on him
And let my feelings cook
I guess I just wish you liked me
Mom, you're supposed to be my friend
But I won't do this to my kids
No the cycle has to end
