Does It Really Matter?

I wasn't one of those girls,who did their hair and make up perfectly every Friday night to go to a party, I wasn't one of those girls who wore the latest fashions, I wasn't one of those Tumblr girls who everyone loved. I was one of those girls who were unfortunately ugly,I was probably the only girl in my school who didn't know how to use makeup, I was one of those girls who hated the outdoors and who was very anti social. I guess you could call me mean,the girl with the sharp tongue. The girl who only cared about school marks,and not friends. The social out cast,the overly sensitive one who cried after finishing a book... I was strange. But I wanted to be perfect. That's when it hit me. I could be perfect. I could be freed. I just needed....a few touch-ups.... But does it really matter?