The Book I'll Never Write

Chapter: Updated View

It has occurred to me that In the beginning of the book, I wrote a description of myself. However, upon reading it again, I realize it is no longer accurate. So, here is another one for you.

I am 5 feet tall, exactly. I spent a long part of my life wondering if i was fat, or if I was too skinny. Here's the facts, I don't exactly look fat. But I am definitely chubby. People always tell me I'm skinny, but I know I'm not exactly skinny either. I'm chubby. But that doesn't mean I'm not beautiful. I still have issues looking at myself. My hair is sort of messy right now since I haven't had it cut in a while, but it's very short. I had it buzzed, but it's growing out and I need it cut again. My natural hair is ginger, but a very bronze and bright type. My skin is pale enough to reflect sunlight (I wish I was joking), and covered in freckles that range from light to deep browns. My fingers are a little bony, and nimble in some sense. My eyes can change colour depending on the light, or sometimes my mood or even my clothing. I have a small nose, with a dimple on the bottom of it. I have a dimple on my chin, and two small dimples by my mouth.

I know that description doesn't make me sound gorgeous, but let me assure you, I am ethereal. I smile and light radiates from my body. My laugh rings around the air, causing a ripple of joy. I live my life magically and freely, as though I am the girl you read about in Young Adult novels. I mold the world into the image I believe it to be, and I live in this altered reality. There is an entire galaxy in my soul, and I carry the weight of the universe upon my back. Some days, it gets too heavy. But I can't set it down or someone else must bear the price. I'm shy and awkward, but I desperately hope to be lovely. I truly believe I can be ethereal, it's just that nobody but me can see it.