Tuesday, December 22, 2009,12:42 AM
Imperfections.
Imperfections.
That can be said as most
girls fears.
They fear that if their imperfections are showed to their
loved ones,
they might think that
they are ugly and that
they turn
them off, thus,
chasing them away.
As for me, even when he said that i am pretty after we discussed about it, i still feel cautious.
Very cautious.Well, i am a girl. And a girl would always want to look flawless. And their best.
The think is, im not. Thus, when my imperfections are revealed, i felt embarrassed, insecure. As if im naked and bare for the whole world to see.
Even if im a tomboy, i still want to look my best. Even though with my jersey and shorts that i always wear.
True, i don't wear those skirts, dresses, whatsoever that is feminine. But, i still want to have the feeling that im flawless,
pretty. Like those pictures in those stupid magazines that i saw in whatever shops. The only feminine thing that is probably with me was my figure, long wavy hair, small button nose, average-size breast (sweatdrop), and compact powder. Sheesh.
But trying to be pretty is just not my thing. It's just, ridiculous. Trying to be pretty. Pfft. That is what i would call,
PLASTIC. Plain
PLASTIC. Like those stupid barbies. Haaaa.
And what do i fear?
Him.Running away.Labels: PLASTIC.
