There's a difference between your flaws and the flaws of the world.

There's a difference between a bad b*tch and a queen.

There's a difference between bad and bad all together,

But there's a difference between you and all those others.

 

You're not fiending for attention knowing the perception that will arise.

You're not wearing all the new trends cause the old trends don't suffice.

You're not waitig for love from someone waiting for drugs,

From someone waiting for something that's even worse than just lust.

You're not average, and neither are you basic.

You're much different than the girls that get the main bits.

 

You're the full package.

You with those stretch marks or scars, or burns.

You with the lost love or the lack of hope without any concern.

You, struggling to understand why you aren't attractive to the masses.

You who smiles on the outside without a single good feeling on the inside.

 

You,

Like almost every other girl in the world,

Are the full package.

You might be wrapped a different way,

But you are still perfect.

You might come with the "Resting b*tch face" label,

Or maybe even the infamous heartless or naive labels,

But best believe,

Someone out their in the world would be honoured to unravel you,

Open your box, see that there's another box inside,

And love you even more for your layers.

 

So don't be so hard on yourself.

You're no better or worse than everyone else.

You are the best, because you are the highest in your world,

But you are equally as great as every other girl.