I guess you can say that I am very insecure. I guess you can say I’m never pleased with my body. I feel the need to be perfect…but I know that will never happen. I guess you can say I am beautiful in my own way. I don’t think it’s true. Having your mom and dad say that you’re the prettiest girl in the world, and all you can think is “I wish I had her hair, her eyes, her style.” Like you need to stop thinking that way. Because that’s going to take over your mind. You don’t have to be perfect. No one is expecting it from you. Be you, that’s what I’m asking.