I look in the mirror
and what do I see, an image of a person staring back at me. She looks a little
plain, not very skinny. It makes me want
to cry, to me she isn’t pretty.
I want to be a
cheerleader, but I will never try. Safer to go out for the marching band they accept girls my size.
I have a beautiful
voice, but no one will listen. Too
afraid of being rejected so I stay hidden.
My mother says I am
beautiful, but that’s what moms are supposed to say. What boy would
want me? I might as
well be gay. I keep hoping and waiting
for someone to notice me-there is this cute guy I like, but he will never look
at me.
Hopefully, one day I will look in the mirror and like what I see, but sometimes I feel there is no hope
for me. What is pretty any way? Can someone tell me? I think it’s when you can try out for
cheerleading and you know you’ll be picked. Or like any guy you want and you’re
not afraid to show it. I hope I’m wrong
about all this because it sounds so superficial.
Who knows -one day I will be pretty, I’m only a teenager
I’ll awaken one morning to
discover I have blossomed into a beautiful swan
Even then I will
probably ask the same question – Am I Pretty
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