You Have Every Right To A Beautiful

They Tell Me What To Wear, How To Look, What I Should Say, How I Should Be. Until Recently I Had Given Into That Pressure, I Lost Sight Of Who I Was. I Listened To Opinions Of People And I Tried To Change Who I Am Because I Thought Others Would Accept Me For It. And I Realized I Don't Know How To Be Anything But Myself.

I Feel Like There's A Moment, In Every Young Girl's Life, Whether It Happens With Your Family, Or A Tragedy Or Death In Your Family, Or A Relationship, Where There's A Turning Point Where You Go From Extremely Hopeful And Cheery To Wondering Whether You Are Okay With Where You Are. That's Always Awkward.

You Have Every Right To A Beautiful Life.

Everywhere You Go You Hear Things That Are Untrue. You've Just Got To Learn That If I Don't Say It, Physically Out Of My Mouth, On Camera, It's Not True.

I Do Not Give A Damn What I Look Like, I Don't. I Wish I Could Pay Attention Because Gwen Stefani, Say, Looks Flawless. Of Course, When I'm On Red Carpets, I'm Nervous, Sweaty, And Weird.