You know as a child, or younger than I am now, I always thought I was pretty. Even though no one ever told me I was, I always thought it. I never believed it when someone said ugly. Although nobody ever did except my sister and a girl named Jessica Oh. Well as I began to grow up and become something else, people tell me Im pretty everyday. Or at least, almost. I never believed them because looking at my pictures back then, the present me thought that girl couldnt be me. That I was prettier. Did I change? What happened to the me back then? Did I look the same. Or did I finally realize what I truly looked like in other peoples eyes?
I was thinking that,
Thus coming to the conclusion that in every girls mind, she is brainwashed to always think she is beautiful until she grows up and sees herself as what she really is. The right type of pretty.
Its so bizzare.
I guess thats why fat children are fat, they never care that others think theyre fat, because when they look in the mirror, they see somebody different. When they grow up, they lose weight or complain about their vuluxuious-ness.
I know Ill look different next time. Each day, I change.
~Yn
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God. Am I mature or what? The Seventh graders are so immature always screaming and such. I just want to rip their heads off.
Hmm. I like reading this.
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