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 s...