from the top of my head, to the palm of my hands

Oh how i want to get out. Get out and away from my body, and into someone new. Someone with long, glossy, golden brown hair. Perfect and vuluptuous full lips, a little dainty nose and almond- shaped eyes. Piercing blue. As blue as the sky. I would have a sun-kissed face, with no need for make-up. My beauty would be exotic, out-of-hollywood, and mysterious. My stomach would be flat, tanned, and with abs like no other. My legs would be skinny, and wouldnt touch eachother, yet muscular, but not like mine, too much muscle to be exact. I would have a long neck, and my head will be held high, standing at a mere 5'6. But instead, I'm stuck with dull blonde hair. Hair of which I need to basically perform surgery on to look presentable. My eyes are too big for my face, and a bottom- of-the-sea blue. My bottom lip is a little bit fuller than the top, throwing everything off. My nose is big and broad, and covered with freckles-kinda. My legs are too fat and muscular, my stomach has pudge, and my head is not held high, in is low, standing 5'1. Maybe it's just me, but I think I have some confidence issues. Last night at Jocelyn's I looked at myself in the mirror and scared myself. I honestly did not want to go back out there. I need to stop doing this. I think I've got some issues that I need to work on. -Amanda
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I'm not happy with the way I look either, but I've come ton reasoning, Its personality that matters, not looks. Anyway, I just wanted to try and amke you smile because I know this pit-low feeling on looks and it kills me inside. Letsme and you just go kill every pretty girl out there, and then we'll be on top...lol, ok? Hope you have better days:OD
--Kayla