07-30-2008, 07:43 AM
Today, I have discovered something.
I HATE BEING NAUSEUS. I don't care if I spelled that wrong. X_x I hate feeling sick to my stomach, I end up moving really weird if I have to because I'm scared I'll throw up.
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!