[Verse 1]
I’ve got messy hair and a mouth too loud,
Never really learned how to blend with the crowd,
I overthink things that nobody sees,
Then laugh so hard I can barely breathe.
I’ve got scars and stories, mistakes I’ve made,
A couple bad habits I probably should change,
Some days I’m fearless, some days I’m not,
But I’m starting to like everything that I’ve got.
[Pre-Chorus]
I spent too many years picking myself apart,
Counting every flaw like they made up my heart,
Now the mirror looks different somehow—
Maybe I was never meant to figure it all out.
[Chorus]
I’m my own kind of beautiful,
A little unpredictable,
Too loud, too soft, too much sometimes,
But every little piece of this life is mine.
I don’t need perfect, never did,
I’m learning to love the skin I’m in.
A little bit messy, a little unusual—
Yeah, I’m my own kind of beautiful.
[Verse 2]
I’ve got stretch marks, bad days, yesterday’s clothes,
A thousand little things that nobody knows,
I sing every word when my favourite song plays,
Then forget why I walked in a room anyway.
I care too much and I laugh too loud,
Cry at stupid films when nobody’s around,
I’ve got weird little things that make me, me—
And I’m done deciding they’re things I should change.
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna spend another year
Trying to disappear,
Making myself smaller just to fit—
Turns out I kinda like this.
[Chorus]
I’m my own kind of beautiful,
A little unpredictable,
Too loud, too soft, too much sometimes,
But every little piece of this life is mine.
I don’t need perfect, never did,
I’m learning to love the skin I’m in.
A little bit messy, a little unusual—
Yeah, I’m my own kind of beautiful.
[Bridge]
Here’s to the wrinkles I haven’t got yet,
The nights I’ll remember, the ones I’ll forget,
To changing my mind and changing my hair,
To wearing what I want and not giving a care.
To laughing till midnight, dancing at home,
To learning that happy can look like my own.
I spent years thinking I needed to change—
Now I wouldn’t have me any other way.
[Final Chorus]
I’m my own kind of beautiful,
Wild and unconventional,
Too loud, too soft, too much sometimes—
And every damn piece of this life is mine.
I don’t need perfect, never did,
I’m finally loving the skin I’m in.
A little bit messy, a little unusual—
Yeah, I’m my own kind of beautiful.
[Outro]
So here’s to the woman staring back at me,
Not who she should be—
Just who she wants to be.
Not perfect.
Not polished.
Not everyone’s cup of tea.
But she’s mine.
And she’s beautiful to me.
