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What is Pretty?

There was always one question on my mind.
"What is pretty? Do I have it?"
The first thought I ever had in the day.
I never understood the word itself.

Why was it that when I didn't like myself, I thought I wasn't pretty?
Was that to make me feel worse?
Why do I do this to myself?
There's a few things I learned about that word.

It was meant to label you.
To define you from "pretty" "beautiful" "hot" "average" and "ugly".
To determine whether you were popular or not.
To see how many guys actually liked you.

It also taught me that I was in between "pretty" and "average".

I also learned that I didn't want to be pretty or beautiful.
I wanted to be original.

I wanted to be far from pretty, just so I wasn't like everyone else who was "hot" "pretty" "beautiful" "average" and "ugly".

I wanted to be extraordinary.

It never occurred to me that there are different definitions to "pretty".
Girls were influenced that they had to act/look like sluts in order to keep a man.
That was their definition of pretty.
The fact that I thought that way once kills me.

I wanted to look like a slut.
I wanted boys to like me.
I wanted to be popular.
I wanted to be someone unoriginal just to blend in with everyone else.

Now I'm different.

I've always been pretty.
I want everyone to like me.
I want the popular kids to realize how fucked up they are sometimes.
I want to be original just to stand out from the crowd.

What is pretty?

Pretty is finding your true spirit.