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1. "Pretty Average"

I don't put the fact that I'm pretty into doubt, cause, my mom was pretty and my dad was handsome, and I'm not saying they're not anymore, but, if they were such beautiful people then why am I just pretty? I'm not graceful nor gorgeous. I'm just... pretty.
But how pretty am I, even?? Am I pretty enough to win people's hearts without even trying??
Am I pretty enough to get people talking behind my back about how I'm stunning?
Am I pretty enough to get people's attention when I pass by??
I don't put the fact that I'm pretty into doubt... but just... how pretty am I?
I compensate my burning desire for beauty by drawing gorgeous girls that can stop time with just a smile. By writing about handsome boys that can make anyone's heart flutter by ruffling their hair a bit.
And I feel terrible, because I just want to be a beautiful girl, but I also want some of that playful masculine charm and I just can't come to terms with the fact that there's nothing special about my appearance. I don't have dazzling blue eyes that can sparkle in a dark room. I don't have the figure. I don't have the looks. I don't even have the personality to go with it. I'm just pretty. And when I say pretty, I mean average. I'm just condemned to be pretty average.