I'm not pretty.
Well, I'm not stunningly pretty. At least, I don't think so. I'm not the kind of girl who gets on the tram and every single head turns to gape at.
But I'm not ugly. I'm okay. I'm average, I guess. I'm not that bad. I'm not beautiful, but I'm not ugly. I'm okay.
If I saw myself on the streets, I wouldn't think I'm drop-dead gorgeous. But I wouldn't think I'm heinous either. I wouldn't ask myself out, but I wouldn't say no to a date.
I could prettify myself if I wanted to. To what extent, I'm not sure - but I could
prettify myself. Trouble is, it's just too darn cold to bother about how I look or if every strand of my hair falls in the correct place. I can be fairly confident about how I look, but I can also lose that confidence really easily. I should feel better about myself, and I will.
Hey, it's a start.
Labels: beauty, ramblings