My name is Olivia, 17 years old and my birthday is on April 24th. I have dark blond hair that is straight but somehow wavy. It frizzes and hangs like a dull curtain around my face. It was supposed to be shoulder-length, but it ended up being just about ten centimeters long and very uneven. I have brown eyes that appear smaller than they actually are. Additionally, my nose is thick but narrow, and I have thin lips that my parents always say form an unattractive thin line. I usually feel gloomy, silent, and unhappy. I am 165.3 centimeters tall and weigh 51.7 kilograms. When I wear heels, I am the same height as the shortest boy in my class.I try (emphasis on try) to follow the fashion trends at school, but I fail. Every time I manage to scrape together all my money to go to the city and shop, I realize after making the purchase that I bought the wrong pants, went to a fake store, or purchased clothes that are completely out of fashion. I am even saving up for an iPhone because my parents were too stingy to buy me a phone when I was eleven. Everyone already had one: my classmates, the kids in my neighborhood, my swimming group (yeah, what about that, I hadn't even gotten my second diploma yet! I was just bad at swimming...), and even my annoying little brother, who was only eight at the time, had an iPhone Pro X Max or something, the most expensive one at that time. When I finally got my diploma after ten retries, I got my first phone: a stupid, old flip phone that belonged to the Middle Ages. You could only make calls and send texts with it. I found it so unfair that I almost went to live with my grandma.
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