I don't wanna be pretty no more

It’s what got me into this in the first place

Our society obsessed with this image

This image of beauty and being materialistic

How being sexualized and characterized as hot is gorgeous

 

I don’t wanna be pretty no more

Mostly because of the way I look, curvy and hourglass shaped

The way i walk and the way i dress, like a model some say,

I can be covered fully and still have eyes pondering at me

Some say it’s a blessing, i call it a curse

 

I don't wanna be pretty no more

It’s what has me feeling anxious and tense all the time

Mostly because being pretty is not knowing a lot

Not knowing a lot is kinda like not being good enough for anyone

And then you start believing you ain’t worth shit, the feeling of hate on thyself

You’re not a size 0 or have a tiny waist

The monster inside yourself forcing you to not eat

 

I don’t wanna be pretty no more

Every time a guy says i am, i fall, I fall because my last relationship was a mess

I was bullied by the boy i thought was my everything

I was wrong and now i’m the mess

Thinking that every man’s pretty is better than being someone’s stupid

 

I don’t wanna be pretty no more

Ever since then a mess is all i’ve known

Pretty, right, yes, is used to put me in the sheets

Not fun when every guy out there says it like a prayer they preach

Pretty… just like Queen B says… Being pretty does fuckin hurt

I’ve had to learn that not everyone’s form of pretty is genuine

This ain’t even societies fault but my own

 

I don’t wanna be pretty no more

Pretty turns love into lust, pretty fucks up with my head every night

That’s why i lay there crying to God all the time

Not knowing whether pretty is good or bad for the soul

I don’t know whose pretty is true no more

 

I don’t wanna feel pretty no more

When my eyes finally open in the morning

I’m hoping the day will come when i actually feel pretty once more