I'm not perfect.
I have freckles and faint red veins on my face.
I don't have that perfect hair. I once shaved my head,
it made people into thinking that I'm a cancer patient in remission.
I can't wear contacts because I have sensitive eyes,
so I wear glasses everyday and sometimes I'm sick and tired of wearing them.
I look like a dork not because it's a sick fashion statement,
but because I need them badly to see clearly.
I used to be thin but now I'm fat as a cow.
I wanted to become an artist—
painter, writer, photographer, musician
and my biggest regret was not going to art school.
I hate going to clubs. I hate socializing with people.
Maybe because I’m bad at dancing and I’m terrified of people I barely know.
Sometimes I curse, a lot—but not in front of my kids.
I could never be a girly-girl, I already tried.
I'll always be the girl with those dorky glasses.