If I told you that you’re beautiful,
What would you say?
Would you tell me I’m crazy?
Or just laugh and turn away…
If I told you that you’re perfect,
Would you believe me?
Or do you believe the comparisons you make
With the women in magazines and T.V.
If I told you I’ve been where you are
Experienced the unkind words
And whispers of the kids in the halls…
Would you then trust me,
When I tell you you’re pretty?
I’ve been through the pain and tears of not feeling pretty,
Standing in front of the mirror,
Asking God, “Why me?”
If there was a way that I could make you see,
There’s hope for your future
And you can be whatever you want to be.
You are a princess,
You are a gem,
You can be a beauty queen,
And somebody’s very best friend.
Once you see yourself for who you really are,
The inner changes transforms the outside
And with that knowledge,
I know you’ll reach the stars.
When you focus on the truth,
And stop believing the lies.
You’ll start seeing the beautiful girl in the mirror,
The one seen through God’s eyes.
So stop comparing yourself,
And obsessing over what you need to fix.
You are perfect,
You are loved,
You’re a treasure,
You are His