these words keep ringing in my head.
Am I pretty?
I look at my photos and see my imperfections.
How could I have been so blind? I look like shit.
I’ve been told I was beautiful but I’ve been called ugly too.
Which is true?
And why does it matter so much?
To me.
As I scroll through Instagram,
I see pretty girls with pretty smiles and pretty pictures.
And I know there are more important things to be.
Like being intelligent and kind.
But I can’t help but wonder…
I wonder when will my time come.
When is it my time to beautiful too?
Life With Rachel 