Hello, everyone, and welcome to this edition of "Al's Horrible Self-Esteem" or also known as "Al's Uterus is Giving Her Shit So Let's Write About Her Horrible Self-Esteem".
With that being said, hi, I'm Al, your friendly neighborhood agressive blogger, and I don't think I'm pretty.
Yup.
All my friends are absolutely gorgeous, and then there's me.
My friends tend to yell at me about not trying to look presentable, but here's my take on it: I don't try not only because I don't have time between when I wake up until I have to leave, but because I think it's really a futile effort. I'm not pretty. Decent-looking? Yes. Pretty? Fuck that.
Of course there are certain times I thought I looked pretty, but that was mostly when I got all dolled up for dances and prom and weddings and all that shit. I can't do that every day, and because of my stupid boobs it's always hard to find a dress that fits.
Sometimes I think my friends say I'm pretty because they're tired of me saying that I'm not, which is understandable, and that's probably why I don't believe them.
Plus there was the whole breakup situation, which really fucked with me emotionallyand making me think that I'm not attractive enough, and then the fact that I pig out when I'm stressed or bored.
I'm not someone that boys look at, even when I actually try to look decent. The only attention I got this year was from the guy that was notorious for getting girls drunk and taking advantage of them. That's nice, huh? The campus creeper.
Ugh. I'm rambling. This is never a good thing. Why am I doing this.
You are beautiful :)
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