Being Pretty Is Boring

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Hi, I’m Kim, and I’d like to share a story with you that really affected my life.

I used to hate school. I didn’t get very good grades, and I didn’t have many friends. My family didn’t have a lot of money, so I couldn’t afford the kinds of clothes the other girls wore, or birthday parties at the skating rink, or a membership to the pool. My mom used to dress me in horrible thrift store outfits—plaid skirts, frumpy blouses, stretch pants with stirrups, you get the picture. I figured that was the reason people didn’t seem to like me. If I could just get rich, and buy the right clothes and go to the right places, I’d be popular—and boys would flock to me.

It seemed really unfair that I couldn’t have these things, so I became bitter. I resented my parents for not having money, and as a result, I was nasty to them. I started making fun of other kids who wore thrift school clothes. Kids whose families had even less money than mine. I thought that would make me feel better, but it really didn’t.

Then this girl named Kelsey, who let me hang out with her sometimes, offered me some of her hand-me-down clothes. They were really nice—lots of popular brands, and they fit me perfectly. I would have rather had my own new clothes, but I thought wearing Kelsey’s stuff would at least help me look like less of a loser.

But even in the right clothes, people still ignored me. Or laughed at me. I looked in the mirror one day and realized the truth: that I just wasn’t pretty. My nose was too big, and my braces were ugly, and my hair was too stringy. I became obsessed with my looks. Every day I would stare in the mirror, thinking about all the things that were wrong with my appearance. Thinking that if I would just magically get prettier, everything would change. But no matter how much makeup I put on, or how I did my hair, I didn’t have big blue eyes like Kaeylnn, or gorgeous black curls like Samantha, or a perfect body like Becky. I just looked like me.

I started to hate myself. And the more I hated myself, the more I tried to turn that hatred on other people. The hottest guys at school completely ignored me, but there were a couple of nice guys who weren’t very handsome who’d try to talk to me sometimes. But instead of accepting their invitations to go out, or be their date to a dance, I would turn them down. Then I’d snicker to the few friends I did have about how the guys were only fives or sixes out of ten, and how pathetic it was that they thought they had a chance with me. I wanted a hot boyfriend, someone who would make other girls jealous.

Then I met Matt. He was average-looking, and at first I wanted nothing to do with him. But my friend Chelsea urged me to give him a chance. The more I hung out with him, the more I realized how amazing he was. He was smart, and funny, and most importantly, he was kind. I started to feel bad for how I’d treated him and other average-looking guys. Talking to Matt made me realize that he felt the same way I did—insecure about his looks, afraid that girls wouldn’t like him. But he said he’s started to change his self-image by focusing on the things about himself that he did like. For instance, he could make people laugh. He was a good musician. He was good at taking care of his younger siblings. All of these were things he liked about himself.

I tried to start focusing on things I liked about myself. It was tough at first. But then I started to get the hang of it. I might not have the best grades, but I was good at art. I had creative ideas. Matt helped by telling me the good things he saw in me. He said I was also funny. I was a good dancer. I was smart. I realized that there are way more important things about me than how I look. And that I should never have judged other people for their looks—especially since I knew how bad it felt to have others do that to me. I decided that going forward, I would focus on the good I saw inside of people—not their appearances.

Matt and I have been dating for a year now, and we’re incredibly happy together. He’s beautiful to me in every way, and I’m beautiful to him. I have a lot more friends now too—not the prettiest, most

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