A Very Personal Entry From My Diary.

Tuesday, April 26th, 2011

Tuesday, April 26th, 2011

5:07 pm

Dear Diary,

I look around at everyone in the world, and all I see is beauty. I’m horrible at pointing out flaws on other people — but I can give you a million of my own.

I have zits. They come and go, but they’re always there. Around my mouth! I mean, really? What if I decide I want my first kiss someday? My teeth are crooked. I always hate smiling. My glasses are thicker than anyone else’s. I’m too uptight about things; I’m too conceited; I get angry too easily; I’m a pushover. The list goes on and on and on.

I try to pretend that my flaws are what make me perfect … but does there have to be so many? Why can’t I be pretty like everyone else? Why must I fall victem to the crictism and teasing because I’m ugly?

I’m not stick skinny, but I’m not fat either. I’ve got curves. I’m a good height, standing tall as 5’4. My face is circular. My nose is straight, my left nostral slightly bigger than the right (or was it the other way around?), and it’s the just-right size for my face. My lips are full, and a nice, dark shade of pink. My auburn hair is cut in a wavy bob, chin-length. My eyes have a glittery-lavender shades, giving me the appearance of wearing eyeshadow. My eyes are black; brown with a yellowish tint in the just-right lighting; the occasional red-glint if you look deep enough. My ears are just a tad bit large, but not Dumbo-The-Elephant big. Sure, my butt decided to make itself known in a barely-noticeable way, but I think it gives me a matured look. My nails grow longer and stronger than most girls, which gives me a fierce, Cat-Woman edge. Oh, and let’s not forget, my boobs are a decent size, too. They’re big, but still growing. It adds to this new “matured” thing I’ve got going for me.

Love,

Alison

5:46 pm