I don’t have the stunning eyes that make you want to stare deep into them and wonder about their color. My body is covered with scars from the times I fell on my knees as a kid, scraping skin. I am not the skinny, hot girl who takes your breath away, and some days my hair doesn’t look the best. It can be poofy or just an unfixable mess. Really, what makes me up is flaw after flaw. But I couldn’t handle being perfect in every way or even in just one way, because the price of living life the way I do is imperfection. And I’m okay with that because I live the life I want to.
Im not a snob..It's just that your just not worth my attention!if you dont like me, there's nothing i can do..