Novel & Cerita I Feel Pretty Unpretty Song

I yell at him through the music and once it gets to my favorite part I sing out: " So call out my name Call out my name when I kiss you so gently I want you to stay I want you to stay, even though you don't want me Girl, why can't you wait? Girl, why can't you wait 'til I fall out of love? Won't you call out my name? Girl, call out my name, and I'll be on my way and I'll be on my I said I didn't feel nothing baby, but I lied I almost cut a piece of myself for your life

and her smile her smile she hates but I think it so sexy ooo you know you know I'll never ask you to change if perfects what your looking for then just stay the same and don't even bother if you look ok? you know I'll saaaaay when I see your face there's not a thing that I would change cause your amazing just the way you are the way you are the way you are girl your amazing just the way you are. yeaaaaah When the song finished I was blushing so much my cheeks were hurting.

The world dared to look normal. But inside, I was bleeding. I’d touched paradise with my bare hands. And now, I had to pretend it never existed. Because there’s always a cost. Even for love. Especially for love.

I was born with almost no sense that I deserved anything. The day I was born, I didn't think I deserved to actually be born in the delivery room, so I held onto my mother's umbilical cord for three days. It wasn't until she slipped away to the bathroom that I finally let go in relief, and dropped straight into the toilet. When I got kidnapped, I didn't think I deserved a seat in the trafficker's six-seat van. So, I wrapped myself around his leg and refused to get in. Then a sanitation worker rolled by pushing a garbage cart, and my eyes lit right up. I jumped on without a second thought. After that, the trafficker sold me eight separate times. Every single time, I handed the money ri

I yelled while scratching at my skin clawing hoping I could rip it off, I cant take it anymore I wanna be pretty I wanna be good enough, I looked through my cabinets for my razor when I got it I went back to staring at myself in the mirror "why me God why am I not pretty and light skin I wanna be light skin i don't want this color" I cried when I looked down at my wrist I saw blood but I couldn't stop cutting looking in the mirror it was like I was watching someone else, it was like I was an outsider looking in, I couldn't feel the pain I was numb to it.

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

This song is my jam. I take my clothes off and drop them into my dirty clothes hamper before I walk over to the bathroom, opening the door. “If our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now... Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did.. looking like a true survivor.. feeling like a little kid..”

Chapter 18 (Song Kygo - could you love me) “I'm sorry For all the stupid things I'm saying right now I don't know I guess I Just need to love myself a little more Before I love somebody else And I been praying To be a better man for you Oh, oh I hope I'm changing (I hope I'm changing) I just wanna be a better man for you For you, for you Could you love me With all my crazy? Could you look past all the goodbyes, all the maybes?

“At least it’s not ugly…” She said as she stared at it. She sighed and got into her car and started it up before she began the drive back towards the dragons. She turned on Cry Pretty by Carrie Underwood and sang it “I'm sorry, but I'm just a girl…Not usually the kind to show my heart to the world…I'm pretty good at keepin' it together…I hold my composure, for worse or for better….So I apologize, if you don't like what you see….But sometimes my emotions get the best of me…And fallin' apart is as human as it gets…You can't hide it…You can't fight…what the truth is…You can pretty lie…And say it's okay…You can pretty smile…And just walk away…Pretty much fake your way through anything…But, you c

After doing so, I immediately strip my body down and stare at myself in the mirror with hatred. Why can’t I have the body of all of those I*******m models? Why can’t I be pretty? Why is my body shaped this way? "You're disgusting." I say to myself before stepping into the shower. I grab my sponge and pour some VS body wash onto it as the song life is worth living by Justin Bieber starts to play through the speakers.I sing along to the lyrics as I scrub my body clean while discarding away all of my thoughts. This is my favorite song in the whole universe, Justin's music seriously speaks to me.