The Beauty
Let me get this out of the way. I am beautiful.
Is the jealousy sinking it yet?
Well, let me tell you this. I hate it.
I know, I know. It’s like when a rich person moans when they have so much money they don’t know how to spend it. Or when popular people complain that they don’t have time to reply to the 1000 comments on their instagram uploads.
But imagine this. Imagine 99% of the people you ever come across automatically thinking your a stuck up bimbo. Or think about how girls try to stay away from you because they think you’ll steal their boyfriend.
Even worse, think about how it feels when you actually do get approached by all these boyfriends.
But the thing that I hate the most in the world? Yep, you guessed it. It’s the stares.
The leering by both men and women, boys and girls. It’s as if my face is no longer my own. It belongs to the world to assess and judge, and comment upon. I feel like every stare steals alittle bit part of me. Silly, I know.
Like even right now whilst I’m waiting for my best friend in the school cafeteria there are a group of boys on the table next to me laughing and pointing.
Someone calls my name and I look up and smile.

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