09-21-2012, 09:32 PM
"Would you judge me if I said I can't whistle?" She smiled sheepishly. "I've tried. Maybe Beauty will come to a not-so-effective whistler." She mostly took splints, wraps, and a good deal of the painkillers and a few of the plaster wraps; she also found a box of not-that-clean scalpels and other items. That was useful! "I think I'm good here."
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!