I wonder what it feels like to be pretty. For boys to want to be with me. For people to tell me that they like how I did my hair today or they like what I’m wearing. For someone to maybe be jealous of how my eyes look or hair my hair falls. So I can just wake up in the morning and not look like I’ve been hit round the face with an ugly stick and head straight for the make-up. Just for me to feel wanted and to feel the slightest bit confident in myself is all I ask for.