My body isn’t perfect. I don’t walk with confidence. I get into fights with surrounding peoples and friends. Some nights I’d rather be by myself than out meet and make happiness, chill out with friends. I cry over the smallest things sometimes. There are days that I get through with forced smiles and faked laughs. Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they’re not. I’m not ugly but I’m not beautiful. I don’t look as good in real life as I do in pictures. There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep. I constantly think that I’m not good enough. I’m imperfect, but I’m perfectly me.