"Man, she's ugly"
And I just know they're talking about me.
They say it as I enter the room, the only girl present.
They laugh as if they've made a really funny joke, and I just take my seat, trying to hide my face.
"Ew, look at the girl. Ugly, man."
This time, it's as I'm walking across the crosswalk. Them going one way, me going the other.
I turn around from entering McDonalds, feeling fat and gross, and skipping dinner that night.
I'm with a group of friends at a dance. I'm the only one not asked to dance.
Not even once.
Phee, you are beautiful. I do not lie when I say you are gorgeous, inside and out. You are not alone. You'll find someone to dance with. Hakuna Matata.
ReplyDeleteBe happy, friend. Do the time warp, and realize your worries are heard, but they have no grounds on which to hurt your spirit.
Once upon a time, who cares what people think?
ReplyDeleteAnd they all lived happily ever after!
Phee, you are too pretty. They can't handle it or recognize it. They aren't familiar with someone so pretty as you. :)
Keep your chin up.