Some of you have told me that I am beautiful. When you say this I disagree, you try to force me into believing this and I just do not. It's not that I don't think I'm pretty, because I do.
I am just not beautiful.
I will never stop someones heart beat after I flip my hair, I will never be the girl men go to war over. I will never stop cars with my graceful walk. I have come to accept all of these facts and I hope you do to.
I am not the extremely beautiful you point me out to be, I have met people that are. I once knew a girl who was just so beautiful that people stopped to talk to her, to tell her that her beauty was well beautiful.
I am not saddened by any of this. This is because one day someone will have that girl as a show pony. They won't truly love her.
The way I see it is, if ever I meet a guy who loves me, he'll love me for more than a pretty face.
So please just stop with your constant need to tell me this. Because I've grown to love myself and the reality that awaits me.
Sincerely,
A "pretty"friend
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