Pretty Boy

I hate my body
It's way too small
All my hopes and dreams are on the shelf
But it's way too tall

I hate my body
It's way too weak
The only compliment I ever get's
You're so unique

Body positivity says
"There's nothing wrong"
"Just love the things you've learned to always hate"
"And just move on"

Health bros say the opposite
"Oh, it's so easy"
"Just copy my workout, my diet, my genetics"
"And you'll be just like me"

I look in the mirror
And I see the eyes
Of the only person in my life who
Never told me lies

I look in the mirror
And I see the face
Of the only one who's ever called
My body a disgrace

Beautiful boy
Beautiful boy

Look, I don't need to be some pristine supermodel or anything, you know?
I don't even particularly want to be sexy, or hot, or handsome, or whatever
I guess
I guess I kinda just want to be
Pretty
And sometimes
You know, sometimes I think maybe the reason I'm not
Has less to do with how I look
And more to do with
Me