[Verse 1] I learned to read a bathroom scale Like it knew something about me. Every number that refused to move Became something I couldn't be. I studied every reflection For the reasons men walked by. I could find a hundred flaws And never see my tired eyes. [Pre-Chorus] I got so good at counting Everything I thought was wrong, I never counted all the nights I somehow carried on. [Chorus] I'm pretty tired of believing I'm only what somebody sees. Pretty strong for all I've carried, Pretty good at finding my feet. Pretty scared and pretty human, Pretty bruised beneath the skin. I hated the woman in the mirror While she held my world up again. Maybe pretty isn't something I need somebody else to see. Maybe after all these years, I'm finally pretty to me. [Verse 2] There's a chair beside a hospital bed That knows the shape of me. Sleepless nights and whispered prayers, Learning what the numbers mean. I held her hand like I wasn't scared When scared was all I was. And forgot the woman in the mirror Was the one who never left. [Bridge] Some men laughed. Some looked away. Some made me feel ashamed. And I let people who never loved me Teach me how to say my name. God, how much of me I wasted Trying to be worth someone's eyes, While the woman I kept calling ugly Was keeping everyone alive. [Final Chorus] I'm pretty done with asking If I'm enough for someone else. Pretty proud of what I've carried, Pretty tired of hating myself. Pretty loving, pretty scarred, Still standing on my feet. I don't need a man to call me beautiful To believe there's beauty in me. [Outro] I looked in the mirror tonight. She looked tired— But she didn't look ugly. I looked at her and whispered— "I'm pretty."
