If you are a "pretty girl",.. this excludes you. if you've EVER been "too boney" "too big" "too dark" "too tomboyish" or you have "too much of this" or "not enough that" this is for you!!! do you ever wonder why people look at the pretty girls in awe? why everyone wants to be them? The girls that every guy wants to date, the ones with the money and cars, the perfect body and hair type, perfect flawless skin color, the girl who walks down the halls everyday looking like a model, the one who appears to have never had a bad day before. The pretty girls know their perfect, and desired... and they act like it. They are confident and fearless. Well i for one, and proud not to be a "pretty girl" I am a REAL girl. I have a real body I have real days, good and bad. sometimes i have money, a lot of the times i don't i struggle. i'm not always wanted by the people i want to be around. I lack confidence some days. and i'm fearful of something most days. I am not perfect in the worlds eyes... but i don't have to be.. i won't apologize for not having the perfect shade of skin nor will i apologize for he blotches of my adolescent acne, nor any other aspect of my face. i won't apologize for the fact that i am NOT a size zero(nor have i ever been) nor will i say sorry for my size 5 jeans. i won't apologize for my small bust nd butt, i happen to like them the way they are. i won't apologize for my proportional thighs... even if they do defy the rest of my timid looking frame. i won't apologize for having to ride the city bus, or walk everywhere i go... it humbles me. i won't apologize for cutting my hair, for not having naturally straight long and wavy hair, or for liking it the way god created it!!!! Real girls... are strong Real girls...are different Real girls... stand out in a crowd Real girls... are easy to remember Real girls... are lovable Real girls... come in all sorts of shapes and sizes Real girls... get their hearts broken Real girls... have fears Real girls... love hard Real girls... can not be altered Real girls... are perfect in their own way Real girls... ARE REAL

Beautiful... words we so desire to hear. Yet simple. Simplicity however is the opposite of all things admirable. I once found beauty in all the hair that grew from the head i carry upon my shoulders. I could style it up or down, and curl or staighten it, Each style showing my personality and emotion for the day... so long as i had my hair to play in when times got a little to much to think about, i was comfortable... and now... i've cut it all off, cut my comfort zone away... Can't i still be beautiful?

Sometimes life is about desiring the undesirable. Temptation is a pleasant feeling stress with so many horrid reprecussions... you know what i mean! First let me inform my readers, just because i can I AM A SENIOR. but i have the wildest thoughts, things i want to do now, that i've never dreamed of doing before, but at the same thing... i don't wanna have to do this year all over again, so i'm holding it all in, but i mite just explode from all the temptation flowing through my veins. Part of me wishes i was single, cuz my shameless side, wants to flirt mercilessly, and break the hearts of the young and foolish, those who are now, how i was once. How far i've come since my first fatal day inside NHS. shy, nieve, lonely, desprate for love when i knew nothing about it, and that common thought that "it can't happen to me" Now as this is not a pity note, i won't mention the trials i've had to tunnel through, but know that i've gotten through them, and they've made me stronger, made friends with people i never knew i'd even talk to. found a confidence in myself i never knew could exist in a person felt anger i didn't think possible in myself loved and desired people of the complete opposite of my up bringing Gotten High and Drunk, Had Sex, Shoplifted,.. at the end of all this i have to ask myself... where has my moral gone at the end of this journey... i've done things i swore i'd never do. but i'm happy i have, because i'm finally growing comfortable in my own skin; now who'd have thought?