In my own eyes, I am a little awkward, as far as teenagers go. Pretty, but still awkward. My naturally highlighted blonde hair falls about my bony shoulders in shiny waves. My sometimes green, sometimes brown eyes sparkle more often than not. My fair skin is "stunning". I have heard it so many times: "You should be a model!" Well, it would be a way to get some money…
I am tall, thin – too thin, have no chest, and move clumsily. My limbs are long, and my posture is generally good. My makeup is simple, and I wear jeans more often than dresses. I have too many clothes, so many. Inspiration is never lacking, not for me, and I try to see the beaufiul imperfection in little things every day. I am happy and confident. Doesn't that alone make me pretty?
But I do think I am beautiful, and I guess that's what matters. I'm sure I started to believe this because I have been told it so often. From stranger, friends, and family. I think everyone should be so lucky as to really, honestly believe they are gorgeous. Because they are.
