I know I’m not exactly “dressed to impress” today, but who are you to tell me I need to improve my appearance? Just because my lace shirt, oversized sweater, jeans, and silver Toms are not up to par with your standards it doesn’t give you the right to try and knock me down. I didn’t come to school to impress you or your clowns, and I wasn’t aware they were filming another installment of Mean Girls. I’m NOT sorry, Malibu Barbie, about the things I said. I’m proud of the fact that I stood there and defended myself against the likes of you. I didn’t do it just for myself, but for the millions of people that have to deal with the torment of someone telling them they’re not good enough. I’ve delt with plenty self-esteem issues as an adolescent/teen and I still deal with them today as a young adult. It is one of those demons that is difficult to get rid of. It is such a tragedy that you have resorted to putting others down to make you feel good because you are not comfortable enough with youself.
I am beautiful in my own right. I am one of a kind; limited edition. Whether I am dressed to impress or in my jammies, whether I have on stage makeup or none at all, I am going to shine.