Sometimes when I'm having trouble sleeping at night, I like to think about what I could be. I could be skinnier. I could be prettier. I could be more positive. I could be more confident. But I'm not. I then think about what life would be like if I was all these things. Life would be good. Life would be so much better. It makes me happy thinking about myself in a different body, with different hair, and a different face. I would wake up with much more ease. I could go throughout my day without monitoring the way I stand or sit or talk or laugh or breathe. I could actually live my life. Being someone good.
I want to be someone beautiful.
But I'm not.
