Style

I don't care
About the jeans I wear
Or the style of my hair
Or if people stare.
I eat my meals
Three a day,
I'm a size ten,
Don't care how much I weigh.
Beauty changes with age,
So for now I don't want
To be beautiful for anyone
But myself.
Ten years from now,
No one will remember your make-up
Or how flawless your skin was
Or how good you looked in that top.
What they will remember
Was the person you were
The friend you weren't
And the crap you spread.
So let me be ugly to you,
Just so my beauty
Is all from the inside
And my heart
Is more important
Than my hair.