Sometime after my fifteenth birthday, something happened to me. I changed. I started living with ghosts in my own head. Demons. There was this girl who would watch me when I woke up, when I put on my clothes, my earrings. When I washed my face and brushed my hair and she’d look at me with her critical eyes and tell me I was ugly and stupid and that she hated me. She told me she hated me. She lived in the mirror.
I’m free from all this, now. I know that I’m beautiful. But I didn’t always know that. Sometimes when I talk about this, it’s really hard. I think it will always be hard. But not because I don’t understand – I do understand. And I want you to understand it, too. And so, this song. Because I don’t know what other words to use. Because sometimes my heart burns within me and I have to let it out in words. Because you’re beautiful. ◘