Is Pretty Privilege Real?
During one highschool year I saw the most beautiful girl ever. I knew her the year before she went to my highschool. Back then, she looked nothing like she did now. She used to be overweight, with long blonde messy hair, and pimples all over her face. She liked to dress exactly like a boy, with her skinny jeans sagging, and hoodies obviously from the boys section. I never saw her with any friends but I never saw her in general. We only had one class together in a school full of two-thousand other kids around the campus. She laid her head down on the desk every time we had class. She never talked to anyone in that class. Over the summer she had completely changed herself to an opposite version. She had lost so much weight that she was hard to recognize at first. I saw her walking through my highschool and all I could recognize was her face, barely. She changed her brown eyes into blue with contacts. She had a face full of makeup on over top of her hidden pimples. She wore fake eyelashes that took up most of her small face. She wore a small shirt on her small body. Shorts over her now thigh gap. She had become beautiful in my eyes. I wanted to look exactly like her, because I looked the complete opposite.
