Being Told You're Beautiful

Prologue thing.

"Okay, so let me tell you a bit about myself. I like my hair. It's curly and golden and is getting just past my tiny boobs. I like my eyes. They're blue and quite bright. And i like the bottom half of my legs. I never took biology so I don't know the correct term. That's it.

I love dancing. I love music. I love playing the piano. I love to act and sing. I like to read and draw. It means I can forget who I am.

I'm 16 and 12 year olds have bigger boobs than me. I have spotty skin. And I'm not skinny enough. Apparently. According to society. I can't keep away from chocolate for more than half a day. I don't tan. People tell me I'm pretty and skinny, but I don't believe them. Or I pretend to, for their sake. On the outside, I'm happy, smiley, cheerful, hard working, honest, hyper, have a good bunch of friends and go to a good school. But inside, I'm a mess. I feel misunderstood. I feel ignored. I feel taken for granted.

I don't want to become anorexic, I'd experienced the horrors of that through one of my best friends. I don't want to cut, like some of my friends do. I try to always be there, but I know that they'll never fully trust me. No one trusts anyone completely. Do they?

I guess that's what I want. I want to be special to someone in a way I never have before. To be needed. And I want to need them too. I want to find my true love "

I read over my first diary entry, from a year ago. A lot has changed. Ever since he called me beautiful.

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*UPDATE 3rd May 2013 *

Okay, so my aim with this story is for it to be NOT cliché, and as realistic as possible. So please hang on in here, just because they don't meet straight away or anything does not mean they won't (That would defeat the purpose of this being a fanfiction..) any criticisms are always welcome, and just say hi :-)