I've never been the pretties girl in a room, or a group not even when I'm alone. Does that make me insecure? Yeah.
Does it make me jealous of those that fit the standard of what is known as beautiful? No actually, because I can't be mad at God for making people around me sparkle like the mikly way.
Do I hate myself? No, I don't.
If I had to rate myself from 0 to a 100 percent and the average was 30. I would be a 31, easily. On a very good day a 35, on the best day a 40.
The saying beauty is in the eyes of the beholder is accurate, but it doesn't stop those that are beholding you to see you the same way you see yourself. I desperately just want to glow, walk into a room and everyone stares. Desperately want to have a personality. Desperately want to be the standard, that bar, but in my case it would be low. Very low.
It is fine though. There will be a time when I'm meant to glow. There will be a time when I walk into a room, everyone will stop and stare, or there just won't be, it might not be meant to be, but for now, I'll stop and stare for the beauties of this world, I'll compliment their glow, their smile.
It's their time after all
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AléatoireEverything I think and feel about myself and the world around me. I'm a hypocrite in my own right, but aren't we all I speak of my beliefs, strengths, 'weaknesses' My wins and losses Just me wrapped in a sloppy bow My diary
