Hi, I'm Isadora - Iz. I'll get the basic information out quickly:
Age: 15
Birthday: 2nd of may
Nationality: British
Height: 5'4
15 years ago I was born to my parents Rachel and Daniel. They're alright I guess, but they're pretty strict, and they've got some high expectations for me. Which I can't always follow. I was born and raised in a town in the south of England- near Brighton? I don't mind it, it's pretty nice, not too busy not too quiet. It's ok.
One thing about me, I'm pretty insecure. I'm not some blonde, skinny, or even overly curvy girl. I don't have perfect teeth, or perfect hair, or a jawline so sharp you could slice your dinner with. I have chubby cheeks, thunder thighs, thin hair, and small boobs- despite everything else being big. Which apparently means I don't meet the criteria to be attractive. Something people have made a habit of reminding me about. Or at least they used to. That was before I met the winters boys. Elliot, Nathan, Finlay, and my best friend in the world, Sebastian. They stuck up for me when no one expected it, and since then, I've been mostly left alone. When they're around at least. I don't like going and crying to them if someone makes a rude comment, which a couple people picked up on, so I still get teased on occasion, but things have improved hugely.
I've never had a boyfriend, never been in love (unless you count the 2003 Peter Pan- 10 year old me was obsessed.) and I honestly never saw that changing. I saw myself just cruising through life, getting a stable job, a cat or two, and dying alone peacefully In my old lady cottage. I've been waiting years for my miraculous glow up. Hoping somehow one day I'll wake up and I'll have perfect everything, and everyone will love me. But more importantly than that, I'd love myself.
Dont get me wrong here- I'm not some absolute troll who's appearance is so appealing males have no choice but to vomit upon laying eyes on me- but I'm not pretty. I'm the type of person who when someone tries to compliment me it's not 'you're beautiful' it's 'you're beautifulllll...' the girls that get it, get it.
But anyway, enough about me.
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RomanceIsadora Hartley is a 15 year old girl, born and raised in an average town in the south of England. Her whole life she's been insecure, She isn't fat, but she's not skinny, she doesn't Have perfect hair, or teeth, or boobs. But she has something so m...
