11-08-2007, 06:29 PM
They go away on their own, depending on the type. I was lucky, I think, because my family's got a bad history with cysts that don't want to go away. o_o
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!