She's the girl who got made fun of so badly in the eighth grade that she would just stand by herself, huddled in her coat, wishing that looks didn't matter.
She's the girl who wished fervently, all throughout high school, that boys could just see who she was in the inside and not be so concerned about her lack of makeup.
She's the girl who went to college, joined a sorority, enjoyed getting dressed up but still got royally peeved when someone offered to show her how to put on makeup if she was feeling confused.
She's the girl who believes that what's on the inside, what makes eyes sparkle, what makes a person come alive, is what really matters.
So, she should know better than to judge others on their appearance.
But, she's also the girl who thinks that she still has something to prove. She sometimes still believes that if she were just a little bit prettier, wore clothes that were a just a bit sexier and had a super-hot boyfriend, that the ones who made fun of her would be proved wrong. They would see that she is in fact worthy of their attention and affection.
Thankfully, she's starting to grow up just a little bit. She's back to believing what she did in middle school, that it's what's on the inside that really counts.
Except now, she also wears makeup. It's a delicate balance.