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People tell me I'm pretty, and it makes me smile. I call other girls pretty, models pretty, instagrammers pretty. I never see the girls in the pictures move but I swear it makes them smile too. I think it's a compliment.
After being called the magic word, pretty, I wonder if I still am pretty. Someone commented how pretty I was on the pic I posted last week. How much have I aged since then? Am I still pretty? Will people dissapointed when they see me at school tomorrow? I'm not as pretty as the girl on their phones. And I'm certainly not as pretty as the other girls walking around.
Everyone calls them pretty too. And they have boyfriends that call them cute, or hot, or amazing, or beautiful. I want that too, but for now I just want someone to call me pretty again.