Okay, so the girl in that picture is me.
I have never been happy or content with the way that I look. I have a lot of flaws.
You can’t really see in the picture, but I have a scar. On my right cheek. I previously had a dimple there, but not anymore. I had a birthmark and I was bullied for it quite badly so I made the decision to have it removed. Now I have a scar.
I hate my nose.
I’m uncomfortable with my weight. I’m fat.
I don’t like my eyes, or my smile.
I compare myself to others a hell of a lot.
My hair isn’t long enough and it never looks as good as others.
I’m the ugly friend.
But despite all of these flaws, I am me. And I’m just beginning to accept that. I can’t change myself, and no-one should ask me to.
I am me.