For me, I love wearing lipstick. Especially a dark pink or something like that.
I used to hate it, because let's be honest, wearing lipstick is a pain in the ass: it gets anywhere your lips touch; your drink, your clothes, David Harbours collar bone.
It still is a pain in the ass, but I'll deal with it in the name of beauty. Y'all always see me in those good pictures I post, so you would probably think I'm pretty, but that's only because you've seen this one picture. Most of you don't really know how I look like, but I'll just say I'm not proud of it.
I don't have perfect hair, it is poofy and big and never stays the way I want it. I don't have perfect eyebrows, they are thick and so hard to deal with. I don't have the most perfect body, nor do I have great thighs or legs. I've never been complimented much in my life. If I have, it's mostly by adults, but what about the people of my age? I'd like to know that some of them do actually take a second glance when I walk down the hallway, that they do actually stop to think, even for a second, that I do look pretty nice today.
Makeup does make me feel better. I'll wear it every single day. I hate going out in public without it. I know some of you may disagree with my habits, but this is my "feel-better" medicine. You've only seen me in the pictures I work hardest on to get the right pose, the right lighting, the okay smile.
I'm not fishing for sympathy, I just wanted to say it. I wish I was more fortunate, like some other girls in my school.
There's this girl, I'll just call her Anon for anonymous, but she is so perfect. I first met her when we were in the fifth grade. She was a new student at our school. We weren't exactly 'friends' just normal people conversing. She is absolutely gorgeous. She has this sleek blonde, sort of gingerish hair color, and her eyes are this perfect sky blue. She's thin and tall, and has all these designer clothes. She doesn't need makeup, she's just beautiful on her own. She doesn't wear it too much, nor does she need to. I think of how thankful and appreciative her parents are of her, how beautiful their daughter is. Now, when I see her pass by in the hallway, I'm just so jealous. I would kill to be like her. She's popular, she has many friends, she can have any guy she wants because she is that damn gorgeous.
If I could, I would wish to be like her; beautiful.
