Another Experience

It's late now, but I still haven't finished homework. Procrastination sucks, but at least the homework is fun. My assignment is to create a short story and I just love writing, so it's all good.

So, another day has passed, and each day brings on a new challenge. I've just recently come to realize fully that I've lost myself down the road of growing up. I no longer have any idea who I am or what I want to be. I'm lost. I don't know whether the person I am right now is just an act or if it's the real me. I've no idea. I don't what to do either. What is there that I can do?

As everyday passes, I find more and more flaws about myself, but what's the point in doing that? It's only killing my own self-confidence. I'm beautiful the way I am. I'm beautiful no matter what anyone says. And most importantly, I'm beautiful for being myself, and not someone else. I may not be skinny, like all the other girls, but that's because I'm not the other girls. I'm me and this is also what makes me beautiful. Smile and be happy. Be true to yourself.

Treasure the little things. I love my friends and I love the kind of attention I get from people, but I'm always asking for more. Greed is what you'd call it. I need to learn how to be satisfied with what I have before I lose them. I love what I have. A family who'll always be there to silently support you, even if they've never done much to support me before, but every time something bad happens at school and I just can't say much about it to anyone, being at home and knowing that my family is there downstairs laughing watching T.V. gives me such a lovely sense of feeling. It's so warm. That's what I love about them. They may not actually be there for me, but they're always there. They may not say anything, but their presence is what says everything. There's also my friends. I love them so much too. Without them, my life would be.. so different. Different as in I wouldn't be the person I am now. When my friends are with me, I feel like I can do anything. I can shout and scream and yell and dance in public and still feel secure because I have someone to fall back on. That's what I love about them. They give me a sense of security.

It's late now, but I just want to tell the world: Hey, I love my life. I love myself no matter how short, how fat, or how ugly I may look to others. I'm me and I'm proud of myself for not letting anyone take my happiness away from me.

We are beautiful the way we are.
No matter how short, how fat, or how pretty we look,
We are all special and unique.
We are loved by people all around us,
Even when the love seems dim.
Don't let others take away your happiness,
Especially when they can't provide you with anything but pain.
We are special.
We are special because we are one of a kind.