09-09-2012, 12:03 PM
Diane snarled under her breath, but the two had gone inside before she could properly snap. She clenched her hands into fists and her nails made her palms bleed, and she hurried on down the road before she could lose her cool further.
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!