I Learn To Grow A BACKBONE

My name's Ezelina Hope, and I'm 20 years old. I have curly brown hair that almost reaches my butt. Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty; really pretty, well, so I've been told. My eyes are brown and when the light hits it right they look like honey-brown, my lips aren't huge like the Kardashians but not small either; they are the perfect size, I'm a normal height 5"6; although some of my friends call me short and for others I am considered tall.

I have to say this, "Being beautiful, is both a blessing and a curse". I'm not kidding, it's a blessing because it makes you more confident (and I'm usually confident, so you can just imagine my level of confidence), people take you more serious, you are mostly the center of attention (even if at times I don't like it). But it's a curse because you gotta be super picky when choosing your friends, picky when deciding when to tell people your personal things, picky when labelling who to trust and who not to, picky when wrecking your brain when a guy says he likes you and you have to think whether or not he said it because: 1. He wants attention. 2. He did a bet. 3. He wants to boost up his
popularity. 4. He simply wants to give it a try. 5. He's looking for something else.

Tag along on this life of mine that goes from happy to dramatic in a matter of nanoseconds. That's filled with pros and cons, and yes and no. Think that you're the only one in that place, boy you thought wrong. I've been there. Done that.