Half of my existence is deciding if I like my face or not
It's really weird to be not ugly but not super fucking hot
Sometime's I'll wake up, and I'll look into the mirror, and I'll cry
But give me some makeup
And a thotty pose and I'll think I look

Fine as hell
Until I see
A picture of myself
That wasn't totally manipulated by me
A Big L
For the self-esteem
To be in between
Pretty ugly and
Pretty pretty

I miss when I could look at my body naked
and not find something to hate
I miss when I was seven and blissfully
unaware that I had a face
If I could punch one person in the dick
It'd be whoever said you're ugly when you're thirty
It'd be whoever didn't give a fuck about the risk of
Monetizing off of every woman's insecurity

Half of my existence is deciding if I like my face or not
It's really weird to be not ugly but not super fucking hot
Sometime's I'll wake up, and I'll look into the mirror, and I'll cry
But give me some makeup
And a thotty pose and I'll think I look

Fine as hell
Until I see
Myself
And not the basic bitch with makeup version of me
A Big L
For the self-esteem
To be in between
Pretty ugly and
Pretty pretty