If you stare at your face in the mirror for log enough one of two things can happen.
Either you start looking at every tiny inch of your face and see what you like about it. Notice the twinkle in your eyes, the natural strawberry sheen of your cheeks, the soft plump shaping of your lips, the feminine arch of your eyebrow, your adorable straight teeth with the tiniest gap that makes you giggle when you smile.
You start seeing what you hate. You look over every inch and nothing seems to fit. The dull brown of your eyes, your overly pale complexion and likelyhood of blushing, the messy waxing job you did to try to make your eyebrows look nice and they still make your eyes too small or too big, the weird coffee stain on your let front tooth that you can’t stop staring at, the big baggies under your eyes from crying, your uneven nostrils, your short barely there eyelashes.
So I try to pretend I’m pretty. I try to see the pretty instead of the ugly.
cuteee :) wouldn’t fit my boobs though rawrr :’(