From my head to my toes, there is nothing Perfect about me.
Not my face not my feet, not the way I smile. I'm Imperfect, yes I see the other girls with their beautiful straight teeth, smooth hair, and faces you can stare at for hours. The girls that everyone love and everyone wants to ask them to the dance. The girls with the designer clothes and the girls with the makeup as if they had just come out of the salon. I'm the girl with the horrible face that people gag at, the girl in the corner at the dances. The girl with clothes not so great and bare of makeup.

I'll never be like those girls. The girls with over 2 boyfriends every month, the girls with the friendships that will last forever. The girls that even the teachers favorite. The girls with a straight walk like a model. Girls that aren't afraid to compare themselves to their friends. Girls that can take pictures with no filter or photoshop. Girls with Facebook statuses that always are bursting with messages and notifications for invites, likes, and comments.

I am nothing like that.

I will be nothing like that.

I am not an error in our society.

I am not afraid of who I am.

I am going to stand up to the girls that make fun of me.

I am not an error.

I am strong.

I am the fighter that mutes those girls.

They are not my rolemodels.

They do not show me who I should be.

They dispise me.

They don't know me.

They don't know where or what I've been through.

They are them.

I am not an error in our society.

I can't walk through the halls without those girls laughing at me.

I can't say hi without them ignoring me.

I can't smile without them gagging.

I can't look and dream about boys in class without someone making fun of me.

I can't do the things they do because...

because...

I am not them...

I can't be them.

They can't know me.

I hate when this happens:

*People talking about me*

Me: Hey, I overheard you guys talking about me? May I know about what's going on?

Them: *Turn back to their seats or ignore me*

Me: Uhm, guys?

Pretty Girl: Back off loser.

Me: I'm sorry...

Other girl: If we were talking about you we wouldn't tell you *sighs at my stupidity*

Pretty Girl: I thought ugly people were supposed to be smart *turns around*

Me: ...

Me: Okay, thanks...

I have friends that always make me happy, because they've been through what I'm going through.

We all support eachother.

If anyone wants to talk about anything or need a little boost after a hard day, I'm here! PM me and we'll chat.