Just so you know I'm real. And because I feel a lot bigger, older, and different.
June 4th. Funny looking, tried to make light of the situation, hoped if I pretended I was an interesting and magnetic person I would be.
Tanner, darker eyes, lighter hair. Supposedly thinner.
Looser clothes, not afraid of flash, discovered america’s next top model.
Smiles with teeth, still awkward and goofy. Has been called attractive on two occasions. Okay with being awkward and goofy.
When I left for Canada my goal was to make myself perfect by October 25th. I didn’t want, and I still don’t want to feel bad about myself for any reason when I’m 16. I know that I definitely will, but I wish I could just have an awesome, totally perfect time being 16 with no regrets.
But oh well.