Excepting Myself

i always wondered would he love me more if i had longer hair and lighter skin or if i dressed like the others girls just to fit in if i exposed all i got just because most of my friends were doing it if i laughed differently and smiled less honestly i wanted him to like me more never less or if i stuck my chest out when i walked or if i talked proper when i talked for some reason i was willing to impress him and not except that i was something to value that i was fine just the way i was that i didn't need to be something that i wasn't the only thing i needed to be was me in the end i found out he loved me for me that i didn't need to front for nobody.