Maybe then I'd be happier.
Or people would like me
Maybe then I wouldn't stare in
the mirror and hate what I see
Maybe then a boy would notice me?
If I was a little slimmer
Or if my chest was bigger
I'd be more attractive
Maybe is my nose wasn't so big
Or if my thighs didn't jiggle when I walk
Maybe If I dye my hair
Or put on more makeup
I'd be prettier
Maybe if I change my style
Or the slang I use
Maybe if I use colored contacts
Or wear more revealing clothes
What if I style my hair?
Would I look better with short hair?
Would I be prettier?
Probably not.
I feel like I'm a dandelion
Trying to be a rose
It's impossible
There's no way I'd be prettier.
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I am so sad that you feel like this. Who decides on those standards anyway? I spent my younger years feeling the same way. Wasted so long caring about what others thought of me. When i stopped caring and stopped giving off that "vibe" of someone not happy in her own skin my whole world changed to acceptance and "normality". It can be hard at first but it really does happen.
Beauty comes from within, if people cannot see the beauty inside of you it is their problem, not yours.
Take it from someone that's older than you,
You are pretty
Boys don't stick around just for looks
Looks fade
What is pretty to one is not pretty to another
Confidence, personality and humour will get you far and will get you there will honesty and good feeling
Not make up, lack of clothes or changing who you are
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