There are times when I pass a mirror in my house, and catch a glimpse of my face. Sometimes, though often rare, I stop and go back. On these rare occasions I look at myself and I’m happy. My hair perhaps for that day is flicking in the perfect way, and is shaping my face just how I want it to. Perhaps for that day I just look at myself with a different frame of mind and just see myself as pretty. These days I wonder whether I am being vain, but I’m not, I’m just for once in my life happy with who I am. These are the days when I feel truly happy and can just smile at myself and feel confident. The majority of the time I pass a mirror and openly express my disgust in what I see, the combination of my facial features not working at all … and just … urgh. I don’t know what other people see when they look at me. But I think it’s these rare days when I accept was I look like, and like it, that make me happy. Not the days when other people think I look nice. The majority of the time I’m worrying about what people think when they look at me, and it’s from thinking from others perspectives that gets me down. So I hope with all my heart that every girl on this planet experiences those days when they can be happy with who they are. Not worrying about what people think of them, or what the media deems as ‘correct’ … just completely satisfied with who they are. Content.

Okay enough of my ‘from-the-heart’ rambling …