08-19-2013, 12:59 PM
"Not at all!" She smiled. "To be honest, I was worried you'd think less of me." She rubbed her arms. "I had a few boyfriends, back home; when Mom told me stories about the way women were treated out in the United States for acting like a normal human being, I was completely disgusted by their attitudes. Not to say that you're like them, at all, because you're absolutely different," she added, nervously, "But... I worried anyway."
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!