No make-up, no hills
I may not look like other girls,
You may not think that I'm perfect,
And I'm not.
I'm just a human being, who doesn't try to pretend,
I don't hide my imperfections,
I don't try to make my face look plain, or my hair to be straight,
I want the world to know my real me,
With my wavy, tangled hair,
For them to know how short I am,
I'm not perfect,
And that's exactly how I want people to see me like.