I hate walking by the mirror in my bedroom and accidentally catching a glimpse of myself and being disgusted at the sight of me. I hate what I look like. Why did I have to be born with this face, these eyes, those lips, that body. Why me is what I'm trying to say, I guess. I could've been born as any one of the millions of beautiful, smart, and talented girls in this world. I don't want to look like a supermodel, I just want to look half-decent. Even when I fix myself up I look frumpy and the kind of girl no guy would ever acknowledge or talk to. So I never fix myself up. I never go out. Why bother, when it's always going to end up the same way? Me looking like me, and getting ignored? Why did I have to be made like this? I know what people are going to say: "Nah, you're beautiful," or "Well, surely you can't be that bad." Well, let me tell you something, the only person to ever call me beautiful - to my face, not some stranger on the internet - is my mom. And she's, well...my mom. And you know what they say about the face "only a mother could love"...I guess that's what I have.