When I was 7 they said I was strange. I noticed that my eyes and hair weren't the same. I asked my parents if I was ok, they said you're more beautiful and that's the way they show that they wish they had your smile. So my confidence was up for a while I got real comfortable with my own style. I knew that they were only jealous...
There was a time when I felt like I cared that I was shorter than everyone there. People made me feel like life was unfair and I did things that made me ashamed coz I didn't know my body would change. I grew taller than them in more ways but there will always be the one who will say something bad to make them feel great.
Everybody talks bad about somebody and never realizes how it affects somebody and you bet it won't be forgotten. Envy is the only thing it could be.
People are all the same and we only get judged by what we do. Personality reflects name and if I'm ugly then so are you... So are you...
So are you...
