lies for crush

Hormones, reactions, eyes, colours, lips.. smile and a lot of things have a whole new effect on me. I'm 14 now and my friends call me Beauty... although more than a compliment it felt like a joke when someone called me that.
I'm a brown girl with oily hair that reachs my waist, skin so oily that I feel like I can fry pakodas in it, and I can't even tell you how much I sweat, it's like I'm a salt water dripping machine, I can't go one day with out perfume or deodorant. Looks were never in my side and books never bothered to live in my brain, that's how imperfect I am.