If I were a beauty queen

How would I see myself?

Would I wear a crown everywhere I go?

Would I smile and wave to crowds I don’t know?

What would I do

If a world’s full of people saw such a view

Could I fall in love with myself

Or would my outer appearance triumph everything else?

Maybe I’d be down about my skills

Maybe I’d feel my life empty, unreal

Maybe I’d pick apart every inch

Every piece of my soul I’d crush and I’d pinch

So maybe I’ve got folds and rolls

Maybe my scars are greatly pronounced

Maybe my face is pale and under eyes dark

And also my skin covered by all these marks

Yes this is me short of a queen

The truth hard to swallow

The imperfect secrets are the ones I bear

Having to cover all of my tear and despair

But the more I learn the more I can see

We all see ourselves short of beauty queens

Does that make us all rightly self conscious

Or is there a reason for us to be honest

In another light I see the beauty in my curves

My scars so strong and unique

My skin in the clear glass is soft and angelic

I’ll handle with care myself like a priceless relic

Perfect as can be I am

I value my faults as high as I can

Each and every bit of me

For there is beauty in everything if you only look and see