I Feel Pretty

I had always wanted to be beautiful. When I was quite young I always imagined myself so. My actions were rather embarrassing as I look back on them. I always admired beauty, and people who were beautiful either had my undying devotion or my undying jealosy. Now, even as people tell me so, I cannot bring myself to call my appearance beautiful. I suppose I have had such an enormous and interested view on beauty that I still find myself unchanged from that ackward little girl that clung to her beautiful dreams. Can it happen overnight? Beauty?