Sometimes you look pretty.

I've never thought I was pretty.

In fact,

I've spent a lot of time

thinking that I looked like

an alien.

But lately,

as I've walked in the sun,

I've looked at my shadow

and admired the way

my hair falls behind my shoulders.

When I lace my fingers together,

I love feeling the size and shape

of my hands.

And last night,

(I'll be honest)

I spent an hour

looking at pictures of myself,

thinking

What if I came at these

thinking that I was pretty?

So I tried it,

and it wasn't too hard.

There are a lot of situations

where you look pretty.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you love your best friends.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're on the top of a mountain
that you just climbed.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're admiring a sunset.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're pretending to be

a Russian spy

at a murder mystery.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you made friends

with a lamb

at a county fair.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're hugging a tree.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you love your parents.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're a little bit sunburnt

and you think it's funny

to dress up like a pioneer.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're having

a stinkin good hair day.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're playing
at a playground.

Sometimes you look pretty

because you're being crazy.

What I'm trying to say is

sometimes you look pretty.

And that's just true.