I’m Not The Kind Of Beautiful

I’m not the kind of beautiful where you can just look at me and say “wow”. I’m the kind of beautiful where I watch sweet movies and brush away tears, then attempt to write sappy poetry. I sing as loud as my lungs allow when nobody is home, then quietly hum my favorite tune all day long. I get completely absorbed in books, then feel shattered when it all ends. I’ll never abandon a friend, but I’ll understand if you abandon me. I’m the kind of beautiful that stays up late to watch my favorite show on the History channel while eat my chocolate bunny. I’ll get dressed and notice my jeans are getting tighter, then cry while singing my favorite song to cheer me up. I’m the kind of beautiful that bites my nails to nubs because I get anxiety and steps out of your way in the hallways. I’m the kind of beautiful that’s not exactly gorgeous, but beautiful.
– rem