It took time to figure out who I was, and after I've spent some time alone with myself I have got the chance to fall in love with the reflection in the mirror. The part that you guys can't even see looking right at me.
The last 3 years all I can remember was never feeling good enough, pretty enough. But these days I'm comfortable in this skin. I had to learn that the inside is mere reflection of the outside. I had to work on the inside first...
Now I'm happy to be the bookworm, "Daddy's lady" who thinks crying is a healthy way of life, who believes in the unrealistic, and who's a hopeless romantic above anything else.