You’re So Pretty

I was always nothing 

Too fat, too flat

Makeup not well-kept

An insecure mess with a smile

But to them I seemed steady 

I only shake from the inside 

So they continued to tell me how they felt

 Now I track what I eat

I spend more time getting ready

But still I’m occasionally rocked

An insecure mess with a smile

They tell me I’m pretty

But in the end at what cost?