beautiful.

I'm not exactly what you call, a "beauty".
people don't see me and think, "she's pretty!"
first impression of me isn't for my looks.

been thinking about it recently (instead of studying), I ain't exactly something you'll frame up and put on your wall for others to admire. I mean, yes, if you want to argue, technically I am God's handiwork and no, He doesn't make junk. but He didn't create me particularly for the way I look either.

I guess maybe it's true that the outward appearance stems from the heart. if the heart is good, beauty radiates out. but if the heart has become rotten, what is on the outside stinks too. hmm...

how can I believe that I am beautiful?