̶ ̶ lii. WHAT WEARING CONFIDENCE FEELS LIKE.

because i don't need your fingers grazing my body to know i'm beautiful.

i am my own temple built with my own two hands and i've spent far too long finding comfort beneath my skin for you to think your compliments make me feel superior by themselves.

i don't wear a smile because you told me how pretty i am.

i smile because i don't need you to tell me what i already know.