I wear my hair down to cover my flaws.
Your lips aren't full enough.
Your hair isn't thick enough.
You aren't good enough.
We had to present something in class.
We had to share a story from our writing.
In front of the class.
I went last.
So I shared.
Sweating.
Holding in tears.
Don't cry. Not in front of the class.
At the end people share complements.
You had a great volume.
But you couldn't hear me.
Lots of expression.
But I sound like a robot.
I've learned that what people say isn't always what they think.
Unless they have no brain to mouth filter.
Nice job.
She's so weird.
You look so cute.
But not as cute as me.
Even friends. Although some say it right to your face.
"I'm good at writing too."
"You keep telling yourself that"
"My hair is thick too"
"Not really"
I've also discovered pity laughing and cheering.
Someone who laughs at your jokes.
Someone who cheers for you.
They do this to make themselves feel nice.
Not to make you feel good.
So I wear my hair down to cover my flaws.
Just know that your beautiful and you don't need to cover face. There are people who love you and respect you. If you ever need someone to talk to just message me.
-pickle
