I've never been pretty.
Too chubby, too fond of curse words, large shoulders and back fat,
Yet I may have something.
Maybe it's my voice, the melodic way it can reach the highest notes.
Maybe it's my eyes; one blue, one green.
Maybe it's my skin - stark white but smooth, clear.
I am the moon, Artemis.
I am Bastet, nimble and sleek.
I am Erato, lithe and beautiful.
I am beautiful.
I have never been pretty.