So, being the tender age of 15, I am among the group known as 'teenage girls'. These are very delicate creatures with high heels and low self-esteem. We live off of sugar highs and shopping sprees, we make dumb decisions, and ones we don't realize are good until much later.
So is that all? Wow, thanks for the revalation, Molly. As if we didnt' know this already....
okay, wait there smart alleck, I'm not finished.
So, recently I have aquired a boyfriend. He is great. He is basically the kind of guy that, if I was to write down my perfect boyfriend, he would fit pretty much all catagories. He's sweet, romatic, incredibly nice, talented, really smart, loved by pretty much everyone, musically-inclined, a guitarist, in a band, tells me I'm beautiful, tells me he loves me, holds my hand, does little things that make me happy, takes care of me, hugs me, kisses me, understands me and thinks my quirks are cute. :]
So he's great. You get it. And he's my first boyfriend ever. And he's actually a catch. So how did a girl like me end up with him? Well it's probably not for the reasons that you think.
Last year I was really depressed, quiet, I gained weight, wore my hair down EVERY DAY to hide my scar, had very few friends, and wasn't really willing to give anyone a chance. I was kind of a mess. But after a while, I started to realize life wasn't a horrible thing, and came out of my shell....a little.
The point is, I have a scar on my cheek that isn't all that pretty, and I fit into a large at Abercrombie and Fitch, and yet, someone loves me. Someone fantastic. (and not fat or ugly!!!!)
So girls really need to realize that you don't have to aneroxic, flawless and wear all the right things. You just need to be happy, because a boy is not going to save you. And you can't love someone else, until you learn to love yourself.
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