Fundamental truths of growing up

Teenage beliefs

I always thought I'd be a sex goddess or one of those girls, that walks in slow motion when they walk in a room (I know very generic). That one day I hope, I just grow a pair of boobs or just grow (in general) so I don't get classed as 11 year old its demoralising. Here I am, a 17 year old virgin, with my optimism slowly decaying, with the same reflection staring through a withered frame of a mirror. My dark colourless eyes burning from tiredness and resentment. Trying to brushing my sandy blonde hair into a ponytail, to flattered my "eccentric" curls is a whole other mission, its untameable and at 4 am my capability is very limited to function, through my foggy morning eyes, freckles sprinkled over my sharp cheekbones , and mixed in with olive skin its my face contrasting features. Its not that I'm ugly I'm just plain, simple.