Life is tough. It's even tougher when you're different. I just happen to be the really unlucky one who is different.
Anyone looking at my life as an outsider would think I have an amazing life, that I overreact. But if you got a chance to live my life you would realise how wrong you are. You would realise that I go through a lot more than meets the eye.
I've grown up in a loving family with a mother and a father who love each other and always have. They own a business which means we have a decent amount of money and I am always spoilt on birthdays and Christmas. Perfect life right? Wrong.
My friends and family always describe me as gorgeous and beautiful. Shoulder length unnaturally light blonde hair, naturally dark brown, is naturally straight and frames my face. My hair shows off my big brown eyes, small button nose and bright lips as well as my chubby cheeks and clear jawline. I guess I can be seen as pretty in some eyes but I can never see myself as beautiful.
I am an average height for my age at 5'4" even though I always wish to be taller and, even though I want to be a lot skinnier, I guess I can be seen as an average weight. All in all, pretty average. Apart from one thing that is missing. My leg.
