i hate seeing pretty girls.

I can’t help but compare myself to them. The ‘What ifs’ always run through my mind. “What if I looked like her. What if I had her hair. What if I smiled like that.” and I immediately decide that if I did look like her, my life would go uphill in a heartbeat. Sure, looks might not matter, but it’s always looks that trigger stranger-to-stranger conversation. Looks are also a big part of a person’s self-esteem and confidence. So what do I get out of this? Envious feelings and thoughts of my imperfections. I’m gonna be dead ass about this, I feel pretty ugly when I look at a gorgeous girl. Regardless, I’m still thankful of the way God shaped my features. But God, I give you props for making such beautiful women.