Pretty

That's what I am, I guess.
I mean, people have been telling
me that's what I am since
I was two. Maybe younger.

Pretty

as a picture. (Who wants
to be a cliché?) Pretty as
an angel. (Can you see them?)
Pretty as a butterfly. (But

isn't

that really just a glam bug?)
Cliché, invisible, or insectlike,
I grew up knowing I was
pretty and believing everything

good

about me had to do with how
I looked. The mirror was my best
friend. Until it started telling
me I wasn't really pretty

enough.