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