Appearance

For some reason, I’ve always been somewhat self-concious about my appearance. Which is sort of weird, considering that I’m usually considered very pretty. Of course, it’s not like I’m my best friend, who’s the one who usually is considered the beauty. I mean, just look at her…img_20161114_1541340_rewind She’s pretty. She’s really, really pretty. She’s also photogenic, unlike most of the rest of us.
But she’s also a lot more than a pretty face. She’s a thousand inside jokes, she’s a genius, she’s days at band camp, and pure musical talent. She’s a kind girl who managed to make friends with the grade weirdo, and the schemer who is determined to get things her way. She’s stubborn, and she’s strong minded, and she doesn’t take “You can’t do it” as an answer.
Appearance isn’t and never has been what has made her my best friend. Because appearance doesn’t create friendship; it doesn’t create love. It might create interest, but that’s not the same thing. Her and I might have people notice us because of our appearance, but we make friends with our weird geekiness.
Our friendship and love comes from moments that those when we laughed over things no one else would understand, had the craziest conversations, and just kept doing it every time we saw each other. img_20161114_1627518_rewindimg_20161209_1540386_rewindimg_20161209_1540448_rewind
See? These probably don’t make sense to you if you weren’t there, but to us, these were priceless moments. We didn’t have to look our best, we just had to be there. And that’s when I felt accepted, that’s when I felt loved.
And maybe there’s nothing wrong with wanting to look nice. I try to look nice. It just in the end didn’t matter, because honestly my friends couldn’t care less. And to anyone who hasn’t had the experience of being accepted for being who you are, I encourage them to keep trying, because one day they’ll find it. I know it can be hard, because I’m not usually accepted, because I’m the weird good girl who talks to much and dances to music no one else can hear, and yet somehow I found it.
And I’ve found that in the pictures I’ve taken, my favorites tend to be those of us laughing so hard we couldn’t stop.img_20161209_1626304_rewind

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