At age twelve, I look like this:
No, I'm not the proudest of how I look, but sometimes I think of myself as pretty, and other times I look in the mirror and almost barf. I wonder why that is. I never wear makeup, so my appearence is in no way altered by that. It's just sometimes I like how I look and sometimes I.... Dont.
And than I wonder how the world sees me. What do people see when they look at my face? Do they think I'm pretty, or ugly? Because the truth it, it DOES matter how other people see you, not just how you see you. It's all abuot looks now, in the world. Life is so much easier for the pretty girls, and I know that though I'll never be one of them, I'd sure like to be, and so would everybody else despite what they say. People are kinder to them, opportunities come by more. All because you have a pretty face. Which, to sum it up, really sucks. BEcause not all of us have pretty faces, but I guess that's just how the world is-unfair.
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