| I'm a highly intelligent woman. I'm funny, and clever. I care about things. I'm good companty. I'm sorta cute. Guys stare at me. Women stare at me! I get an average of one pass a week.
So why am I so completely convinced I'm unbelievably ugly? Why do I obsess about my looks day and night? Why can't I believe that I'm pretty? Why is it that when I look in the mirror I want to throw up, and photos of myself make me cry, cos all I can see is ugliness? Why am I so fucking stupid? |
