So, really, people don't see me the way I see myself.
They see me as their ideal girlfriend.
What ever they find attractive or whoever they find attractive they see that in or on me.
But I can't see myself like that. Just the way I actually look.
So today is like no other. In the shops a cute girl comes up to me and starts a conversation with me. Obviously I go along with it, it's not unusual for me to have these random conversations with people. Some way into the conversation I take her hands and I ask her, "What do I look like?"
She looks confused but replies with, "Bright red hair that hangs past your waist and cute blue eyes. A really light smattering of freckles across your nose and cheeks. Really feminine." Obviously what she likes in a girl.
"Huh, cool!! I was... self-conscious today, thanks for giving me a little confidence boost!" I say to cover myself. I wave goodbye and walk off with my shopping in my arms.
*Time skip*
All week, year even, I get complements and just like earlier I ask what I look like to them. A boy says bright blue hair thats chin length, kinda goth clothes, an eyebrow piercing, perfect makeup. A girl says curly black hair and brown skin, midnight eyes with bright-ish clothes to complement my skin tone. I get brown hair and dark, emo clothes, purple eyes, all variations of coloured hair, really masculine, some sort of body builder, Merida from 'Brave', and some others that I cant even remember. So every day I go to bed thinking of how nobody will see me the way I see myself..
*The next day*
But today is a little... well... different. A girl, my age probably, walks into me at the mall, drops the stack of books in her arms and dips her head in shame.
"Hey! Sorry about that. Lost in my own world." I laugh, putting my hand on her shoulder in comfort. Her head jerks up and I see her eyes widen.
She starts stammering, apologizing and blushing profusely. "I... sorry..." She kneels down to collect the books and I kneel down ho help her.
"No need to worry!! I wasn't looking either." I joke, earning a tiny laugh from the girl. "Hey can I ask you something?" A ask her when she has all the books in her arms again.
"Uhh.. sure?"
"What do I look like to you?" I say as I help her stand.
"Well..." She says, studying my face. "Brown hair that falls down your back, green eyes, cute round nose, a lip piercing, prettily curvy and elegant, and..." She leans a little bit closer, her books slipping a bit. "Three tiny freckles on the side of your nose that look like stars."
I sand there, stunned...
She described just how I see myself...
What I actually look like...
I burst into tears and fall onto the floor with my head in my hands. The girl immediately drops down in front of me.
"Hey what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" She stammers again, flustered
"No, no I... I just..." I wipe my eyes and raise my head to face the girl.
"I'm your idea of beautiful...."
"Yeah... You are..."
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy Daydreams
Short Story"Dizzy Daydreams" is a series of short stories that are fueled from daydreams I think of at night. Most of them are my own dreams and wishes, if not all. The main character of all the stories is "Fawn" who is, in a way, me in my daydreams. Each stor...
