09-03-2007, 12:47 PM
Sharp pain, yes. Difficulty breathing, no. And my doctor taught me this thing to do to test to see if it's actually my heart or my chest muscles; poke myself in the chest or ribs, not enough to hurt. And usually, just lightly poking the middle of my chest hurts.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!