I'm good with chipped toenail polish
Bumps in my ponytails
Dust on the mantle
A kinda sorta not really - eh fuck it, it's unblended - smokey eye.
I'm gonna be just fine if there's a hair extension peeking out from my do
Or if my voice quavers sometimes when I get excited or nervous
I'm okay with clothes from the night before and the night before that on the floor, draped on a chair, Victoria's Secret on the chandelier
Cat fur on my blouse ain't gonna lessen my swagger
Handprints and some toothpaste on the mirror
Dishes in the sink from Sunday on a Tuesday morning.
Faded yoga pants, slightly sheer in a fold forward
I still feel fly as fuck with and extra pound or two or three
Legs unshaven for 2 days, who am I kidding, try 4
A slightly flawed tattoo isn't gonna rain on my parade
I'm okay with these things not being perfect.
When I was a girl, I dreamed of being a woman: amazing, beautiful, talented, kind, Miss America and a Boss Bitch
I like it a lil messy, a lil raw
And besides that
I've always been a little more rock 'n roll
Than beauty pageant.
To me, I'm still Miss America
Cause I rock my crown
Wherever I go
No matter what.