My Secrets, All In One Book

*＊✿❀Envying Friends❀✿＊*

Let's talk about friends. First of all, we should all experience friendship in our lives. However, if said friends have failed you, or if those kids in class were never kind enough to allow you to play with them at all, remember my message box is always open ☺️

Secret three: my friends are all girls. No sexism, they're just all girls. And, I don't know about you, but when you're going through puberty, and even with groups of males, you all mature at different stages. Me? My face slimmed. Check. My nose got smaller—thank God. Check. I've got a great jawline—if I must say so myself. Check. My hips don't lie. Check. Booty could use some work. And so could my boobs.

As a girl in the 21st century, I basically lack what society wants me to have. But my friends don't. (Except for one but let's not talk about that). Yes, I am slimmer than they are. And yes, they have the boobs I don't have.

What does this mean for little old me? Well, I don't wear makeup, I'm small, and I don't have boobs. I'm basically your average 12 year old.

This topic for me isn't as hard to talk about, because, in reality, I know that some part of them will always admire my figure—or, well, they've made it clear that they do. But a flat stomach and thigh gap isn't what boys want, nor what society wants.

I've never been bullied for how my figure is. Never. And, honestly, I'm flattered. There are a lot of girls out there in the world who have figures like mine. Yet, somehow, they all look prettier than me. Why? Well, they have actual eyebrows and eyelashes, of course.

This is another way that I could possibly envy my friends. But I don't. Instead, when my friends talk about "getting their eyebrows done" so: threaded, waxed, tinted, or just filling them in casually, I tune them out, wondering if they know that they wasted half an hour of their lives on their eyebrows. Their eyebrows. Fucking twenty (probably more) strands of hair above your eye! Are you serious?

Am I angry that I can't do these kinds of things with my eyebrows? Possibly. But, I always think about it this way: I physically can't own dark eyebrows that I can thread or fill in or tint—ergo, I'm not wasting my time on useless shit. I swear, y'all gonna be 73 and still fretting over your eyebrows. Fucking live!

Hmm, maybe I am angry.

Secret four: I'm angry. Just a little. Not really.

☆ Be honest with your friends, do they really look good in that dress? In those jeans? If they do, scream it at them. You better admit, no matter what language you want to cover it up with, that they look amazing because ....... Tell them! Because, like my friends, you might not know that your friend actually doesn't like their appearance as much as it seems! ☆

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–The Girl Who Won't Be Named