I try to pretend that I don't really have any insecurities, most of the time I fool myself too. But then I remember that word, the word I hate most in the world. "Average." And I remember that I'm not especially pretty, or very unusual looking, or very much of anything. I'm an average girl trying to be something memorable, but take away my flair and I am what I am. Not especially anything, except perhaps especially average.
I wish I knew how to be pretty.
I wish I didn't have a fat face, then maybe I could be as pretty as Jude or my Grandma when she was young.