Ever since I was a very young child, and I understood what love for a person was, I always experienced a little twinge in my chest when I came to like someone.

And no, it wasn't butterflies or an avalanche of elephants. It was the sad reality that hit me when I saw myself in the mirror and started shopping myself with others.

Julie was as beautiful as the rich sensation of a desired embrace. But the boys around her looked different than me.

What can I say about myself, I don't have anything special that she would like. I'm tall, taller than average for my age, but I always go unnoticed in the hallway.

My hair reaches down to my shoulders, but it wasn't so visible that the principal would have me cut it.

I liked to wear white when I felt sad, but no one noticed. Or black when my pink clothes were dirty.

I liked rock music, but I couldn't play an instrument. I didn't even remember the authors of the songs I listened to, I just liked it, and that was more than enough.

I had two friends, but I never became best friends with anyone.

I had two parents who loved me, but I always felt empty.

So who am I really, is there something you will come to like about me?

Or maybe I should love myself first to love others?

Thank you so much for reading.

I haven't seen them in person, but they look amazing today.

Love u