On the bus to school there are usually these two seventh grade boys who just go about everything crazily, talking extremely loud and making fools of themselves – but there’s one thing – they don't care what other people think about them because IT DOESN’T MATTER.
I’ve been trying to obtain that ever since they in rolled in the school.
I don't mean I want to talk about the strangest stuff and put my hands up when the bus goes downwards like I’m on a roller-coaster but I want to be able to feel comfortable in my own skin, to not have to worry if my hair looks bad or my eyes are bloodshot.
Instead we stand at the mirror everyday before school or work and try to make our hair perfect by straightening it everyday, or putting too much make-up to hide tiny pimple on your nose.
I have to admit – I’m one of those girls.
Or well, I’m trying to come out of that by starting Feel-good-counselling. I’ve made a pact to stop straightening my hair everyday and not care if it sticks to my face because I’m sweating or turns into a frizzy mess. I’m trying to start to eat cereal *cringe* and do my homework when I come home from school.
So far I’ve only managed the first one but I’m gonna keep trying to get out of this because wouldn’t you feel much, much better if you start caring for yourself inside than the outside.
My friend has this favourite saying: A pimple can’t kill you – liver-poison/cancer/heart-attacks CAN.
Okay, I lied; my friend doesn’t have a saying that goes like that because it is kind of lame – but so true.
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