Oct. 16
Dear Corinne,
Sometimes I pretend I'm pretty. Like when I'm walking home and the wind catches my hair. Or when I'm holding a cup of warm tea in both my hands. Or when I lean my head on my hand during a test. I pretend to be beautiful. Then I catch sight of my bitten nails, my split ends, my reflection.
And then I remember.
Love,
Leigh
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Teen Fiction"Dear Corinne, do you ever feel beautiful? Cuz you are. Stunning. I wish I could be stunning. Love, Leigh" Leigh is a full out eat-alone, grade eleven loser. She has one friend who has to divide her time between dozens of people. And Leigh feels a...
