Sometimes I wonder if the pretty girls know they’re pretty.

You know those girls that no matter what they did the night before truly did

“just wake up like that”

Do they notice how flawlessly their hair cascades down their shoulders like a beautiful waterfall,

Not a single hair was out of order.

Or how when they talk their voice plays a melody in my head that will replay over and over and over until I have memorized every single motion of their full pink lips.

Don’t get me started on those beautiful eyes that one could mistake for the sun, for they are so blissful and radiant that I must avert my gaze in fear of being blinded by her beautiful light.

Have you heard the laugh of a pretty girl?

It is the most beautiful thing you’ll ever hear.

At times I wonder if they know how truly beautiful they are.

How a simple glance can bring people to their knees.

Tell me, how does it feel to be Aphrodite’s favorite?

With your skin so smooth and pure and hair made from silk, she herself has woven into your perfect little scalp.

I know I'm not one of the pretty girls

I know because I wake up every single day looking like a different person than what you see now.

I can’t just “wake up like this”

My hair doesn’t know the word volume or uniform

All it knows is the frizz and anxiety that comes with being attached to my head with my own hand-sewn stitches.

I know I am not a pretty girl

I may not be Aphrodite’s favorite,

But I was born of Lilith.

I am born of strength, courage, and determination.

So every day, if I must.

I will continue to do my same routine.

Wake up, wash your face, moisturize, blush, curl the lashes, mascara, and highlight.

Less is more for those cursed to look worse with the makeup meant to make you look better.
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How can you tell me pretty girls don’t know they’re pretty when they wake up to perfect every single day?

Writer's Statement: ​The constant need to compare yourself to others is strong. Keep your head up, the pretty girls struggle too.