02-11-2012, 12:15 PM
"U-um. I-I'm scared of doctors." She hugged herself, looking fairly miserable. "M-Mom was a doctor though. If.. but I can't go.." She put one of her hands on her head, feeling a headache come on but it went away as quick as it had appeared. "... C-can we go to the first aid place anyway? I don't want to get sick."
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!