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12:20 am - March 25, 2006 My photograph has been taken and once again I see myself as the person without the hair. The fat, the ugly... It's so horrible. Normally I see myself as that girl, the one with the hair...somehow beautiful. But pictures make me confront the serious ugh-ness. My Da many times has said that I'm not reading just wanted to ask you discretely...do you really feel this way? I think you are quite pretty. Seriously... I'll never make it on this face. When I was nineteen I suddenly became pretty. I spent the previous years being awkward and in need of a paper bag for my head. And then I wasn't just the friend. More later. � � |