i am not a pretty girl. this is not the face that launched a thousand ships. it’s just a face that while not altogether heinous, is not all that pretty either.
it’s not low self-esteem talking. i’ve been told on more than one occassion, even by people who read iwilldare.com, that i am not pretty– this is not a fact that you can argue with people.
“yeah, you’re not so pretty.”
“yuhuh, i am so!”
“no, you’re not.”
i’ve been told i have pretty eyes and nice hair. but those are all parts of a whole. the trees are pretty nice, the forest not so great.
damnit, now i’ve forgotten what my stupid point was. it was really good too. something about how being not pretty, which doesn’t really make one ugly, isn’t all that bad. but it’s gone now. gone, gone, gone.