Don't Wanna Be Pretty
I don't wanna be pretty no more
It’s what got me into this in the first place
Our society obsessed with this image
This image of beauty and being materialistic
How being sexualized and characterized as hot is gorgeous
I don’t wanna be pretty no more
Mostly because of the way I look, curvy and hourglass shaped
The way i walk and the way i dress, like a model some say,
I can be covered fully and still have eyes pondering at me
Some say it’s a blessing, i call it a curse
I don't wanna be pretty no more
It’s what has me feeling anxious and tense all the time
Mostly because being pretty is not knowing a lot
Not knowing a lot is kinda like not being good enough for anyone
And then you start believing you ain’t worth shit, the feeling of hate on thyself
You’re not a size 0 or have a tiny waist
The monster inside yourself forcing you to not eat
I don’t wanna be pretty no more
Every time a guy says i am, i fall, I fall because my last relationship was a mess
I was bullied by the boy i thought was my everything
I was wrong and now i’m the mess
Thinking that every man’s pretty is better than being someone’s stupid
I don’t wanna be pretty no more
Ever since then a mess is all i’ve known
Pretty, right, yes, is used to put me in the sheets
Not fun when every guy out there says it like a prayer they preach
Pretty… just like Queen B says… Being pretty does fuckin hurt
I’ve had to learn that not everyone’s form of pretty is genuine
This ain’t even societies fault but my own
I don’t wanna be pretty no more
Pretty turns love into lust, pretty fucks up with my head every night
That’s why i lay there crying to God all the time
Not knowing whether pretty is good or bad for the soul
I don’t know whose pretty is true no more
I don’t wanna feel pretty no more
When my eyes finally open in the morning
I’m hoping the day will come when i actually feel pretty once more