Trying To Be Perfect  I examined myself in the mirror. I looked at my Strawberry Blonde curls that fell halfway down my back. It had natural blonde highlights in it. My hair was frizzy, as always. I had a few blemishes on my face. I had freckles that laid across my nose. I had lips that were naturally a pale pink. It didn't go well with my extremely pale skin. I didn't like my nose at all. I just hated it. I looked at my body. I wasn't skinny. I was fat, or at least in my opinion. I finally decided to look at the only thing I liked me. My eyes. They were a deep, chocolate brown. My really long eyelashes were also strawberry blonde, with the tips being a blonde color. It matched my hair. That's the only way I was beautiful. I thought if how I was. I was shy, smart, and kind to everyone. I had few friends, some were guys. I didn't play sports at all. I'm terrified of sports. But I like music. If it's from listening to playing to singing, I love it all. I love food too. I was also a very dedicated directioner. I was a gleek too. I was just everything she wasn't. I thought of her. She wasn't very pretty to me, but to him she was perfect. Everything that he wanted. I just wish I was her. "Change yourself then." the voices in my head said. "Make yourself skinnier, wear make-up, dress different, act different. Be everything your not, and be everything she is. Then you will be perfect. If your perfect, he will want you." the voices continued to tell me. "I will." I told myself. (I may or may not continue this story. I'm writing another story on a different app so I don't know. But this is the true story of an experience that happened to me once.)